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I had a titanic bus commute fail today.

I don't normally mind standing on a bus but I had a delicate cargo today so decided to get the express bus behind it. The express bus only had a couple of seats and the one I ended up in was beside an old gnarled man. The kind with all the wrinkles and interesting face that looks like he had a few stories to tell. Couldn't be too bad could it?

Oh aye.

The stinkiest man I have ever had the misfortune to end up in the vicinity of. Not just musky stinky but jeezo, 10 layers of stale urine smell. I had to breath through my half closed mouth the whole journey whilst half leaning out into the gangway. Luckily I think he was too far down the non-compus-mentus path to notice. I had to go through 2 hours of skateboarding and a shower to get rid of the smell memory.

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Notes on the Picture
Oh aye, apparently, according to this young girl, you must go and see the Railway Children at the Fringe Festival.