Buses and the rich tapestry of life

They sit with their feet on the seats, drinking Buckfast or Tennents, sending texts and listening to their cd players.

My fellow travellers on the bus. Alcohol tends to be the exception, feet on the seats isn’t. I don’t particularly care about texts, or music because the buses tend to be so noisy you can’t hear.

But my car is a lot more comfortable, has better ventilation, and I control the sounds. I’m trying hard to stick to the bus.

Buses and the rich tapestry of life