Be Excellent To Each Other

So, London buses are (on the whole, and around this part of London, anyway) horrible. My mind wanders into avenues of thought when I am on the great red elephantmobiles of London, down avenues which, in normal parts of the day, it would keep out of.

I would like to share with you two thoughts I had today whilst on the 182.

1) We have lost our 'p'. When I was little, prices in shops were always displayed thus:

Jaffa Cakes: 58p
Heather Honey: £1.24p

Now we seem to have lost the 'p', and the Heather Honey is just £1.24 bring back our 'p', dammit.


2) Bin-bags smell of geraniums.

I shall also be boarding a bus tomorrow.

Who knows what I shall think of then?! I shall of course keep you all updated. I think that these musings may have the potential of bringing about world peace and a type of chocolate that makes you thin.

Anyone notice that Mimi and Mali are similar names?

If I may just put on my Pedantic Hat for a moment, technically, £1.24 is the correct way of expressing the price. You only put the 'p' on the end when you're only dealing in pence.

There, now the Pedantic Hat can come off. Please resume!

£1.24p is wrong. It's either £1.24, or 124p.

One pound and twenty four new pence, if you will.

Yes. Not one pound point twenty four pence.

That made Leffe Blonde come out of my nose.

Ta.

Further, has anyone noticed that MaliA and a dodgy resort are also very similarly named?

It is your destiny, L..Mal.

We shuold go back to 1/24/ 7

It may have been wrong, but it was always written that way when I was a child, and I liked it that way Even something that is 84p is never written as so, so £0.84

Also, I think Mali is a genius.

Also, I am rather disappointed that now reading everyone's reponses there was a sudden chorus of realisation amoun all the members of the forums 'Ah! You know, she's right! I have never realised before but bin bags really do smell just like geraniums.'

That was my first thought.



I think this pretty much confirms it.

Impossible.

For various reasons.

They've taken the P!

Also I'm impressed heather honey is the same price as it was when you were young.

Waiting For Godot is a bit like waiting for the last bus of the night:

Have I missed the bus and therefore start walking home risking that the bus may wizz past me 3 minutes down the road between stops?

Or continuing waiting making it harder to justify walking off should I have in fact missed the bus?

Ofcourse in London you have those fancy electronic time table things on bus stops.

Also London buses are the worst buses for maniacs and bombs.

TerrorMimi strikes again. Someone call Wesley Snipes.

The similarities between Mimi and Mali continue...

My bus ponderings are limited to sitting on my car and thinking "will that bastard bus to Thornhill be blocking the road towards Caerphilly again tonight? Or will I actually get home at a reasonable time?"

Also, cigarettes smell like raisins.

We have them here. They're incorrect.

You'll hate London buses until you move away from London. Then you'll realise that in most other places, there are no bloody buses. I missed an interview last October when I moved here because the last bus left town at 6:30. SIX THIRTY.

And for another interview, I picked a bus due to arrive 40 minutes before my interview. I got to the stop 20 minutes early. The bus never came. I had to get a taxi.

People on London buses are nobchafers, but at least there are buses some of the time. Mentioning the very concept of a 'night bus' to someone here would probably destroy their brain.

Here?

Wickwarshire.

I forgot how good the buses are in Toronto. Just the fact they're air conditioned is a huge bonus.

I know about bus services in 'other places', I lived on the Isle of Sheppey for many years. There was a bus. A bus. The service meant that there was a chance to go to the mainland to do some shopping, but if you missed the bus back then you were there for the night. But, you know, I was never shrunk in the corner feeling terrified on that bus (which I have been on London buses a couple of times, once when two people had a knife fight), even though it used to pass through the prisons.

That's a "Wicky-wicky-war-war-shire!" to you, sir!

I look forward to this service being extended to the medium of twitters.

Hehe, I am sure it will. I didn't get the bus yesterday, I walked tot he supermarket and back as I only had Quorn products to carry, which are as light as air, so I never had any moments of startling lucidity. Tomorrow though I am going to go and buy a new sewing machine - then I will have to get the bus as it weighs 6kg, so I will see if I can work out that meaning of life thing, but it will probably be something about jaffa cakes.

With a bit of luck, it'll turn out that jaffa cakes are the meaning of life anyway.

Today I got a bus!

Here are my bus ponderings for today:

When you get a balloon - a helium balloon, after a week or so the balloon has started to partially deflate.

Where does the rest of the helium go?

All balloons are equiped with an invisible Helium Beaver, which gently, but firmly, gnaws on the helium molecules until they dissapear.

Into the air.

If you did a survey you'd find that the average person now talks slightly higher than they did a decade ago.

That's a common misconception. In fact, you'd find that this only occurs in Europe, and is actually caused by PAL speedup and not helium.

I knew it.

I have read all of your answers and declare Dimrill's the winner and almost certain truth.

My voice is quite high. I try not to speak as high as I think would be my natural tone, mostly after the following:

*ring ring, ring ring, ring ring*

Krishna's dad: hello
Me: Hello - is Krishna there, please?
Krishna's dad: errr... yes, hold on, please [pause] [shouting, away from phone] KRIISSSHNAAAA! It's the PHONE! I don't know, it's some little kid. I don't know, about five (years old).



Hilarity ensued.

Aaaannnyway, I think the beavers may pump helium from their little beaver bottoms.

But then the balloons would always be inflated.

In a similiar pondering: Why is it only tube users obey the esculator ettiquite of standing on the right but walking on the left? I'd never seen that before until Thursday, and now it angers me to see people not doing it in other places. (But it makes no difference, as I'm a stairs-man)

Nope, they pump the helium when they eventually leave the balloon. Gosh, think before you, er, type, will you?

Heh. Beavers.

Sorry

It's only because if they didn't, absolutely everyone in London would be crushed to death in under an hour.

There's a solution to a lot of problems.

Today I got on a bus!

I thought this: who in their right mind thinks that it's a good idea, when on a school trip to a foreign country, to that country's busiest city, to travel around by public bus? In rush hour? Over a hundred 15ish year old schoolkids (and two supervisors - two!) cramming their way onto one already fairly busy bus. Morons.

Surely the correct thing for him to shout would be "Krishna! Krishna! Hurry! Hurry!"?

It's been a long night shift...

"It's the phone for you, hurry Krishna!" would have been better

You're not a bus driver are you? Why the late shifts?

I'm not quite cunty enough to qualify as a bus driver. I'm part of a team that has to have 24/7 cover, so two weeks out of every six I live on reverse time. I've been doing this since January and it still confuses the hell out of me.

Yes, I don't think he could possibly have heard that one before...

The above disclaimer is my only excuse.

I can't read that 'tiny' sized font at all

This is how it looks to me (below)

Can other people actually make out the test, then?


Hmmm, just occurred to me that if other people see there text bigger they may see the picture bugger, too? I don't know how it works. Anyway, I have perfect sight and can't read it.