I got the free bus down the road today to check out one or two shops looking for one small gift for a woman and lots of big gifts for me. It was not a good idea. The bus being empty fooled me into thinking I would avoid the crowds but while not full the peoples that appeared were in Xmas shop attitude. That is while the music that sadly exists in every shop constantly repeating the same songs over and over again speaking of peace and joy the elbows were out and shoving past to get the half price bargains was in full flow. The half price bargains themselves fooled me not at all, when something is priced at £24 and it was £19 a few weeks ago I see that not as half price but a con. It was also noted that shops selling the 'mountain wear' type of clothing priced their items almost identically, no price rigging here I'm sure.
Waiting for the free bus back I was impressed by the light from the sun as it headed towards its bed. It would have been nice if it had switched the heater on but the sky was a bright yellow under the vast cloud cover. Possibly the cloud emphasises the brightness best. I was also impressed by the chap at the bus stop staring had up the road attempting to bring the bus quicker by his staring. Have you ever done this? The idea that somehow glaring at the road in the far distance will bring the bus faster appears to me to be a normal practice in this country, possibly it is the same in other 'civilised' nations.
Returning I went through all the charity shops but still have failed to obtain that one last (cheap) present. I wandered through them all, in spite of the hordes, but not once did I find the suitable or indeed near suitable item. Really the stock in these shops requires improvement!
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At the mention of buses...I was reminded of a very funny sketch in The Monty Python Show years and years ago...it was a cartoon sketch. An empty, endless landscape with a highway winding through it. At the forefront was a little old lady waiting for a bus.
Every time a bus would go by, without stopping, she'd let out a little grunt. Bus after bus went by without stopping...then another roared down the road and as it drew near to where the little old lady was she put her foot out and tripped it up.
As simple as the sketch was, I thought it was hilarious and have never forgotten it...as you can see from above!!! Harrumph!
And you think you have problems!Try the crowded pavements of San Jose where,in addition to the people selling socks,remote controls,other peoples' property and pirate DVDs from black plastic sheets, you now have an array of fibreglass reindeer in front of the shops...those horns can give you a nasty dig in the ribs.
Buses in Leeds in the late sixties/early seventies, all had ads in them, usually at the front of the cabin for M.A.Hamid, Hypnotherapist.
Few of them escaped being modified to read Hypno-the-rapist. For some reason we schoolkids thought it hilarious. I did a job for Mr Hamid once, fixed his central-heating, funny thing is, I have no recollection of ever billing him for it... every time I try to think of that, I see a desert island beach, with waving palm trees and dusky maidens in grass skirts, Mr Hamid is a nice man, yes he is, I'm feeling sleepy.......
Lee! I remember it too.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xIIcNapznhE
Lee, I'm not old enough to remember Monty Python...
Fly, Sounds like Xmas to me!
Soub, I wish they had used him on Edinburgh's late night buses when the pubs were emptying!
Soub, I don't.
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