Us Brits tend to use the word holiday. I thought why not use vacation instead. Now that was just geeky.
Anyway today I went on a train, yes another little public transport outing. No not a knife conversation nor a grunge, hip and heavy metal Granny. But it was a cannabis addict and a train full of people who needed the loo. So in my carriage there was the cannabis addict sorting out her supply in the corner of her seat. She raised a few eyes on the train and when a police man got on she pulled out a brush and began combing her hair frantically. On to another matter the whole train seemed to need the toilet. Person after person after person went to the toilet. Even the cannabis addict, but suspiciously she did not lock the door. This habit of mine is becoming addictive, you can learn so much about a person by just watching them for a couple of minutes.

Back to the main reason behind this blog now. I am going away tomorrow for two weeks. So don’t expect any updates. Tomorrow something tells me I am going to be running around like a headless chicken. Emma hope your back by the time I get home. I’m gutted I miss the opening of the 4music channel. It looks awesome. Tell me guys about it. It launches Friday at 7pm.

Goodbye everyone. Speak to you in two weeks time. Alex. X.

This seems to becoming a habit of mine. Every time I get on a bus these days there at least one conversation going on that I manage to listen to. But today there was several conversations with what I guess you could say weird people.

First of, I got on the bus and everyone said hello to the driver this is when I decided it was weird. Then everyone seemed to know each other. People were all saying hello. Asking about this that and the other. Me and my friends couldn’t help but laugh. Just as the bus pulls of to go this girl, about 18 or 19 years old wearing a long black leather coat, big chunky heeled boots, thick black eye make up, black leather trousers and I am assuming a black top. Basically this goth got on. Do not get me wrong I have nothing against goths, they are a bit weird but it does not bother me. The weird thing about this goth was she sat down next to this old woman who she seemed to no. It was not her Grandma or any relative, they sat and talked about some grunge music. Now I’m not being agest but 80 year old woman and grunge music isn’t my stereotypical Grandma.

I finally got of the bus and decided to get the train back for obvious reasons.