-- VACANCIES
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Arseholes needed to
drive buses. Must be prepared
to whizz past bus stops...
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Today - and I'm talking more than just the one bus here - it was whilst waiting for a No 38 to Victoria ('The Route of all Evil'). But, to be honest, it could probably have happened just about anywhere on the London Transport network - it seems to be a far more frequent occurrence these days: buses that don't stop, drivers with short fuses - you know the sort of thing. And don't get me started on ill-mannered passengers...
This is just my 17 Syllable therapy/revenge. And, boy, do I feel better for it, thank you......
Who doesn't like a 3-liner? (Quite a few of you don't, apparently.) Well, I'll have you know that many a critic has said of my work "at least it's in English" - and as for the great Stephen Fry, he once said of me "Vincent who?" Let's just say I supply the litter to the litterati [sic - but only at times] - ie: I write rubbish. But rubbish mostly inspired by the HAIKU, the 17th Century Japanese verse form consisting of 3 lines and 17 (5-7-5) syllables. (WARNING: flash photography and limericks)
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