People have a real habit of typecasting/pigeon-holing themselves when expressing their “individuality, inner being and artistic selves”. They all look and act the exact same! I have just been out on one of Greater Manchester's finest omnibuses, none other than a wonderful specimen of mechanical magnificence provided at vast private expense by Diamond. On the one hand, it was nice to see the normality of a rather full bus; on the other, I had to immediately plug in the ear buds to drown out the great unwashed who plainly have zero notion as to how awful they sound when speaking on their mobiles in public. I’ll give them this; their self-embarrassment threshold must be incredibly high. It was a bus-full cacophony of very-badly speaking Paddy McGuinness’s. I ambled upstairs to the gods to allow a very dextrous mother with her two mobile phones and perambulated snot-machine argue with the bus driver as to why she should not get preference over a young lad in a wheelchair (who was alre...
On my soapbox again!