Used to be. You used to be my vicarious buddy. But, monaco, yer goin downhill fast and am lookin for a new vicarious buddy. Currently am thinkin Jip.
This afternoon, while sat on the bus home, I watched a fly struggle to climb a window surface wet with condensation. Its tiny feet struggled to gain purchase on the slippery glass. Every now and then, it lost its grip, fell off the window and buzzed around for a split second before starting again. I disembarked without knowing whether said insect reached the top, but even if it did, it would've been devastated to find that there was no exit to the outside world, no escape to a freer existence. Just stuck on a packed bus from Manchester to Wigan. That, Gambol, is my life in a nutshell. Worst of all, I have to use public transport.
Bus? I was right, ER's the way to go, no buses for him when he has this bad boy. please log in to view this image
