Life "I flashed my pass at the driver and trundled upstairs only to be greeted by a strong smell of unwashed person. At least that's how I describe it, but it's probably a medical condition or something. It smelt bad, and I felt sorry for who ever it was, stinking like that all day long. That small piece of sympathy somehow made the smell bearable (kind of). I can accept such an experience as just one of the many intricacies of bus travelling; you take the rough with the smooth, and that's ok. Not so when the rough is a smoky bus." --
the 43, a blog dedicated to a bus I get up Oxford Road in Manchester sometimes if I'm in a hurry to catch the train. Amazing.
I once walked most of the route. [
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2 comments:
ah, we are what we eat. sometimes i wonder with all the crap we eat calk full with preservatives if our bodies will even decay when we die... and if they do, what will be left behind.
oh.. i meant eventually not decay when we die... it's all building up through the generations. blah, anyway.
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