Everything looks amazing from the second level of a warm bus by clear blue winter skies and on comfortable seats. You can almost forget the conforming uniform world out there. Driving around and seeing the Tower of London, Westminster Abbey and Cathedral, the Houses of Parliament, the agitated Thames river, Hyde Park and happy posing… Continue reading bitten cheeks
Old black woman in the bus at 9 PM, with something more exotic, darker and dirtier than terrets syndrome. Something oozing, something evil, something that made her speak in a growling dark voice that seemed to come from the cavernous depths of a tortured soul. It was fascinating to hear such incredibly dirty language coming… Continue reading Curse! Curse! You walked on Winston Churchill! YOU!
The Three-Legged Duck 