Do you know what’s better than a rail replacement bus? The rail replacement bus that’s just a standard city bus with no functioning heating which is going to take 2 hours to reach the destination. Oh yeah. Premium British public transport in action here.
It’s bad enough that they’ve made me get off a train in IPSWICH.
Greetings from Shit Bus™
The drunk people are loving this bus. I — a fool, an idiot, a rube — am sober.
We have just passed the terrifying sounding Sugarbeat Eating House. What will this toothy dwelling consume next?
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One of the most frustrating things about being a kid is how often you run up against decisions that you’re not in a position to make. And a rough thing about being a parent — especially a step-parent — is when you’re the one who has to be the immovable object.
“I’m thinking I might switch from Netball to Dungeons & Dragons…”
“Well, we did say you need to do one physical activity in your electives. Is there one on another day?”
“No. It’s fine, it’s fine, I’ll just keep doing netball.”
“We can talk about it…”
… not at bedtime!
It’s the start of the teenage thing of being annoyed immediately when it looks like you won’t get what you’ve been thinking about. I remember that feeling viscerally so I feel for her but it also sucks to be the one having to say, “Well…”
“John Bon-Govey…” Boris Johnson, a profoundly unserious man, has begun a profoundly unserious speech full of lies and laughs for people who haven’t laughed genuinely at anything in decades; a long hollow laugh from a party of mirthless monsters, “scum” being an understatement.
We’ll be told this is great oratory but it’s the cheap tricks of an after dinner speaker. Not a line of this stands up to scrutiny — it disintegrates like Richard Harris’ cake in the rain — but it will largely go unscrutinised by hacks watching the most successful hack of all.
They’ll hear tone and not substance. They’ll contact this to the stolid tone of Starmer’s speech and declare Johnson’s machine gun shitticisms and chucklesome sloganeering a success. It’s now he can get away with claiming his government is “new”.
I come from a family with no history of going to university. I went to my Cambridge interview assuming I wouldn’t get in and was grateful when I did. Imagine growing up thinking Oxbridge is your birthright.