wrong bus?...jump off now!...

(before you end up in peckham!?...)





Bloody men are like bloody buses -
You wait for about a year
And as soon as one approaches your stop
Two or three others appear.

You look at them flashing their indicators,
Offering you a ride.
You're trying to read the destination,
You haven't much time to decide.

If you make a mistake, there is no turning back.
Jump off, and you'll stand there and gaze
While the cars and the taxis and lorries go by
And the minutes, the hours, the days.
Wendy Cope



(couldn't read the destination...forgot my glasses...so decided not to accept offer just in case...now i'm standing here and gazing...hoping to get at least a decent blip!?...please note: ignore the green sign... this is NOT an emergency blip!?... )