Where there's a Willesden there's a way

Wednesday, December 03, 2003

Every morning when i get off the bus i say thanks to the driver, a little non london habit i've picked up. Sometimes i wonder what i'm saying thanks for. Is it thanks for not killing me? Thanks for not weiving the fare despite several good reasons why? Or thanks for landing me in this concrete high street in the cold and fog? I've just noticed the local newsagent is called the 7th circle...


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