Well, i got to Asda's, got what i needed, and headed back to my derelict bomb-site of a bus-stop-shelter, like something out of a dispatch from Beruit. No offence Beruit. Waiting, i found myself thinking about that eternal mechanical conga unceasingly pushing on through the town, all those people cocooned, in their own little motor-car worlds.
As i licked my dry lips, i could taste the acid from the exhaust fumes.Trundle'trundle, vroom'vroom,wizz'whoosh, and life crawls inexorably on.
Finally, my bus arrived.On time. Ish. I flashed my seven-day ticket and settled down for the short ride home.
A young woman,with a young child in a buggy,sat opposite me ,and i was struck by the contradiction of her appearance.Young child, boy, 3yrs old i would say, fast asleep,dead to the world, totally oblivious to the journey.Clean,well-groomed, just about well-everything from what i could see, in his spidey-man jacket.
She, with her silver studded boots, pink hair and piercings, reading a book entitled "doctor sleep". It just stood out to me, that's all.
Well, anyway, home appeared on the horizon soon enough. As i alighted from my bus i stood and gazed at the signs up the high street. eat.co.uk. Kebabs+Pizzas. Booze 4 less. Costcutters. Eastern spice. Jumbo takeaway.Even that seemed grubby.
I looked down at the wet pavement. And found a pound. REALLY.:cheers:
And, that was it basically.
Normally, i would have made notes. Jotted a few thoughts. And made something of this. But i just couldn't be bothered.
So here you have it, dither in the raw.
By all means crit this if you feel so inclined, but this is little more than a rant.
And yes it was rushed. I haven't given this any thought cos i didn't think it warranted deserved any sort of scrutiny.