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July 17, 2005

Volume 3, Issue 17

What are these guys looking at?

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I love the bus! London public transit is among the best in the world.

Sure, the odour takes some getting used to but look how glorious it is outside. Buses cut down on air pollution.

And I always have an opportunity on the bus to meet interesting people that I’d never meet in stodgy old Kensington. Besides, that wallet only had 5 quid in it and it was a cheap watch.

So I can sit up here like royalty for three hours each day watching those poor, harried automobile owners racing by; going who knows where.

I love the bus!

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at July 16, 2005 10:45 PM · Permalink

You really don't want to look, but you just can't look away. It is kind of like driving past a wreck on the freeway. You always look, halfway hoping to see some bloody gore. For some reason, your eye is always drawn to hideousness.

This however was really going too far. It was bad enough to be touring through London on a double decker bus during the annual gay pride parade. Add to that the fact that most of them were pracically naked, British pale skin and all.

But the final straw was the large group of Mr. Bean impersonators.

Posted by: Gahrie at July 16, 2005 11:27 PM · Permalink

I glanced out the bus. Everywhere I looked there were pig-tailed, young girls. Some with parents, some in groups. Everywhere. They used to be so cute.

“No. Don’t look back, Mr. Jones. We can’t let anyone photograph us talking to each other.”

“I understand, Mr. Smith.”

“Good. Did you bring the items I requested?”

“They are in the backpack. Do you have the money?”

“As agreed, Mr. Jones.”

We made the switch with our left hands and I got off at the next stop. It’s getting so damn hard to satisfy my fix of Girl Scout cookies out of season.

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at July 16, 2005 11:52 PM · Permalink

It was amazing and no matter what your opinion of wars or terrorism or Islam or the IRA or suitcase nukes or stolen World War II bombers or cell structure logistics or of any of the other twenty or so factors, the fact that the British House of Parliament had once stood there left everyone who saw it both awestruck and in reverent silence.

Posted by: Gabe at July 17, 2005 8:36 AM · Permalink

It's a bit unsettling to hop on the "Outright Terror" bus these days. But, you do it, and get on with your life.

At every stop, gnawing anxiety as he waited to see the new faces boarding. He was profiling, as they called it, and he didn't like it.

He wondered it's utility; would he really get off the bus should he see a suspicious Arab face boarding? No... You just go on with your life.

As the bus pulled to his stop, Mac looked out the window in delight. Two minutes till the best falafel in all of London.

Posted by: Adam at July 17, 2005 9:38 AM · Permalink