Sometimes I'm just slow

There was a girl at the bus stop today who was just screaming to have her photo taken for this blog. I just didn't have the chance to get my phone out fast and discreetly enough to catch her!

Ah well, maybe I'm just slow.

Superheroes - not just an act

On my daily bus ride into town each morning I get to read Metro. Its cheap, leaves newspaper print all over my hands, and sometimes makes me laugh. Page 3, unlike the Sun, usually has their odd story for the day on...Mondays was about real life superheroes all around the world! here worth it for the photos!

Old folks on the loose

I work near a theatre. Thats not a very exciting fact really, and it doesn't cause me any issues in my day to day life. UNTIL>.........I come out of work to see hordes of old people waiting at my bus stop! Honestly I don't think I've seen that many old people in the same place ever! I didn't manage to get a photo of the actual event but heres a scarily accurate image....

Some people just don't know what manners are

Disclaimer before I start.....Don't get me wrong - Living in Edinburgh during the tourist season is a hate-filled time for many residents and I complain about them just as much as the next person.

Even bearing the above statement in mind I was quite disgusted to see last week at the attitude of a bus driver to some very confused American tourists. It was late and they got on a bus and repeatedly asked the driver where they needed to get off. I couldn't hear his response but even my awful knowledge of the city told me that the stop they first asked at was the one they wanted and he didn't tell them. They got into the centre of town, (still asking the driver where they needed to get off) when I felt I had to intervene. I tapped the guy on the shoulder and asked him where he was going. He wasn't totally sure, but knew roughly so I told him where he was if he got off the bus at the next stop and where to go from there. I don't think I've seen anyone more grateful in my life!

Maybe I should go work for the tourist board after all....

Another myth fails...

I was most amused some years back when I first heard of The Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. (FSM)

Lately though when seeing the news about somali pirates FSM came back to mind. One of the lovely theories that FSM have (other than that a Flying Spaghetti Monster created the universe) is that that global warming, earthquakes, hurricanes, and other natural disasters are a direct effect of the shrinking numbers of Pirates since the 1800s.

Maybe this new rise in piracy will slow the global warming?...Maybe not then.

Since when???

I like to think that I have some "interesting" ideas on dress sense (when I can be arsed to wear anything other than combats and a t shirt that is) but lately the adverts I've been getting from alternative clothing stores is a bit..well, normal..... heres a couple of examples...



Apart from the models themselves I pretty much fail to see anything alternative about these items.

Maybe I'm just getting too old!

I'll just carry it then...

Last month B-Man and I held a game night at our flat, we play board and card games quite often but we struggled for space a bit when there was a few of us so in advance of the evening we decided to buy a table. Our flat is, well...small, so we needed a table that ideally folded so it wouldn't be in the way. After looking at our options in my beloved IKEA and finding that the ones I liked were waaaaayyy out of our budget we decided to give the charity shops a look. After some well timed luck (as we were paying for one table the (almost) perfect one got wheeled in the door so we swapped!) we found ourselves on a fairly busy city street with a wheelie table.

Its not huge so we figured to get it home we would try for a bus. It was fun navigating it across the road through traffic, but we survived... The bus arrived quickly and we let everyone else get on first then lifted the table up. The driver didn't seem very impressed with this idea and promptly informed us "This is a bus not a bloody van. " I have a feeling I knew that...as I was reaching for my bus pass. We climbed off the bus and were standing deliberating about how to get home when a second bus came along, This time thankfully I stepped on and the driver was fair enough to stand it in the buggy seat.

I'd forgotten all this until I was on another bus the other day and noticed this...I wonder how many buses she had to ask before she got on...