Today is actually better than yesterday- which is something. Luckily for Royal Mail's legal department, I did not see my postman today otherwise, well..
But the commute to school was mental again. I got slagged off by a bus driver who could quite literally audition for a circus act because I decided to not go upstairs to sit alongside a load of sexually starved old women. When I went up there it looked more like Mecca bloody bingo that the top deck of the 156 so I walked back down. Then the driver decided to accelerate around the roundabout, ensuring that I nearly fell down a flight of stairs, luckily that didn't happen and the man still retains his knee caps, but, I sat thinking can this driver actually drive. I came to the conclusion that he couldn't.
I always thought that BUS drivers kind of had to have some experience of actually driving a bus! It's evident that about 90% of London bus drivers lack any ability to steer or even touch their usually obese foot onto the accelerator. But hey, maybe there is a place in this world for bus drivers who can't drive a bus. Well yes, there is a place for them- it's called intensive care and that's normally where most of them end up after veering their double decker off the road and tumbling down an embankment.
Unfortunately this type of accident is frequent on the M4- usually with national express coaches so for 9 months of the year the old bill are bagging and tagging passenger's torsos.
Moan over now, but hear from me tomorrow don't worry!
Lesson learned today:
Bus drivers are freaks
