Bus Musings 4

So town is mental today. I don't know how many people have banged into me. It reminds me of when I was 15 and came into town every single weekend, even though it's shite. We just loitered and occasionally got drunk. Although town reminds me of that today, I can't ever remember seeing it this busy before. Maybe I'm too used to living in town and seeing it empty when I walk to Tesco at midnight. I don't know.

So much for ginger hair being a recessive gene. Every third person I see today is ginger. I know it's unlikely that there are more of them these days, it's just that they're more cocky now. When I was little, if you were ginger, you kept your head down. The gingers I've seen today are going schizo. One of them jumped a barrier at red lights for no reason and another was shouting across boots corner at his friend. He never even got shat on by a pigeon, which was most annoying. Seriously gingers, learn to keep a low profile, or at least don't moan about being bullied.

The bus is 15 minutes late, so fuck musing on it. I'm too angry with it. Welcome to "standing outside the early learning centre musings 1" - not as catchy.