night bus

Don't you just love travelling on the night bus home? For me it's usually a case of getting to Trafalgar Square from wherever the hell I've been, then cramming on the 88 to Clapham (pictured).

Last night it was particularly packed with particulalry drunk people. Unfortunately I wasn't adequately pissed to join in with the deeply philosophical discussions that were taking place. One woman kept asking me drunken questions: "Are we going saaaf of the river? ... Are you sure pal? ... I really don't give a toss so long as I'm gaaan saaf. Where are we now then?"

From upstairs came the sound of vomiting...

Cassette Jam ’05

Someone's put together this page with LOTS of images of old cassettes on it. There was until recently a Russian site (possibly with the same images on it) called Project C-90, but all the images on there seem to have been removed and the text doesn't make much sense.

Anyway, this one is worth a check, especially if you're old enough to have used lots of these tapes in the past (and you're not too busy): Cassette Jam '05

we are holding customers...

'We are holding customers in the ticket hall area because the platforms are congested'.

It took 40 minutes from arriving at the tube station this morning until I actually got on a train. Rubbish. I'm seriously thinking about buying a scooter.