Daylight robbery

Early rise this morning in the pitch black, perhaps this daylight saving thing isnt so bad aferall. I literally drag myself out of bed and get ready for work, my first day that I have ever got a bus to work, ever, that I can recall.

Its chucking it down with rain and I get on the bus having phoned the first bus helpline the night before to find out the cost (£1.30 they said), I pop my money in the slot and the boys like, that isnt enough mate, the fares £3.20.

Luckily, I had the extra, but are you having a giraffe mate, thats a lot more than your helpline said a single to Edinburgh would be. If that was the case, you could have jolly well had the decency to at least be on time.

I have to change bus in the city centre to get to work, and an hour an a half later plus £4.50 shorter I finally arrive at work in time for 7.30 start.

Im not knocking public transport in Edinburgh ( well apart from the disgusting tram fiasco), however £9 return to your work, seems like daylight saving robbery to me. Im surprised the guy wasnt wearing fancy dress, all he needed was a mask when he asked me for my £3.20.

I have therefore taken a picture of a pirate for today. This is actually my friend West, briefly noted in a previous entry but he fits the purpose of the story nicely, on account that I have been legitimately mugged on the way to work.

The trip from east lothian to the centre of town was not unlike being on a pirate ship actually, the only thing that it was missing was the parrot and a pet monkey. I regret the decision to sit above decks, although in fairness its a lot more of the city than I normally see first thing in the morning.

It also doesnt help as some bloke with todays metro newspaper with the headlines on the front page "2 Britons killed in deadliest bus blast", oh well, thats re-assuring, my first journey to work by bus and the last thing I want to see if deadliest bus blast. It was like some sort of scene out of final destination. If you see this in the next film they release remember where you saw it first.

To make matters worse I get to work and have a dose of the ertha kitts.

Now, there was some excitment in the afternoon, apart from the good men and women of the office dressed up in fancy dress, we spot the coppers outside the window.

About half a dozen cop cars race along the road with the blues and twos on, officers on foot arrive and forage in the bushes and a riot van arrives. I suspect they might be looking for an armed robber or something. Well, thats easy sherlock, he drives the 44b and he charged me £3.20 this morning.

Mark and I have a pint on the way home in the guildford which is one bonus of not having a working car.