Free-loading SCUM

It costs £2.30 to ride a London Bus now if you don’t use an Oyster card. So why the fuck does this cheap piece of shit get to do whatever he fucking well wants?

Animals aren’t even allowed on the buses unless they’re guiding a blind person, and even then it’s not certain. This little prick doesn’t seem to be guiding any humans, so he does NOT belong.

But other people don’t care. Look at this woman, completely nonplussed that there’s a fucking free-loader right by her shoulder.

I mean, where the fuck is he going anyway? It’s not like he’s going home, he’s connected to it. He’s not visiting family is he? It was raining, so the likelihood is they’re all dead, under the shoes of business men and women, or decaying beside red elastic bands left by the postman, in puddles of bitter sorrow.

Actually, now that I think about it, that’s quite a horrible life really… This has put things into a different perspective for me. Perhaps he’s just trying to get away from it all. Aren’t we all entitled to that? If this snail has chosen to seek asylum via the 202 bus route from Crystal Palace towards Blackheath Standard, who am I to stop him? I would now even go so far as to say that he should be commemorated fOR his bravery, standing in the face of prejudice and working damned hard for his right to freedom.

I have now completely changed my mind on this poor, young, brave soul. If only more snails were like him. God bless him. I hope that when he gets to wherever it is he’s going to, he’ll be able to send for his family, before the cold boot of the postman obliterates them.

Actually I got off at the last stop, Blackheath, and the snail was still there. It had barely moved. As it was the last stop, the driver most likely would have seen him on his routine clean of the bus and would have probably just killed him with his fist.

Advertising Space

I don't know if you've ever been to Kidbrooke station, and how the fuck would I? I don't know anything about you. Regardless, I had to spend about thirty minutes sitting within it. This is the view I had

It felt strange not being encouraged to buy something. I imagined that this is what a world without advertising would be like...

...however, then I wondered if I had been tricked yet again by clever, modern advertising. Perhaps this wasn't just a blank advert board. How could I ever be sure? Maybe it was some kind of statement. 

I bet these shadows aren't even real shadows. They're probably painted on. They probably mean something really profound. Maybe they're band logo's or something? A band called "The Flowerpot Lamp-posts"

I couldn't find a band which matched that exact name, but I did find these guys on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Lamppost-bandbd/113522108679807

I put a message on their wall letting them know I'm onto them. I await a reply. 

I've also decided to take the opportunity to use the blank advertising space to advertise myself...

...unfortunately, I spelt my website wrong, so it probably won't have any effect. 

Trafalgar Square

Welcome to Trafalgar Square. It's a place in London where people like to stand around. The man above is demonstrating perfectly the Square's original intended purpose. 

Recently though, a lot of people have been deviating away from just "standing around" and have also begun taking photographs of the things that are in the Square. Like this thing:

No one is really sure exactly what it is. Most speculate that it's a giant egg timer. Most are idiots. 

Given the nation's new found interest in photography, I decided to go to Trafalgar Square myself and give it a go. Below are some of my photos from the day. I'm quite proud of them, and I think they display a certain level of panache. 

All in all, it was a fun day out. Photography is a fun hobby and I can see why people do it. I might take it up permanently. 

Bye