A wee nipper
When I was about 5 years old I had a dream that I wanted to be a bus...

No, not a bus driver. Or a bus conducter. But, my friends, an actual bus. I planned on been a double decker red bus with an open top. I think I once went on one when I went to London.

I would pretend to be a bus, collect bus timetables and plan my routes to all over my town of upbringing (Bradford).

This was before the days of electronic bus numbers on the front of buses.

My essential item was, therefore, the cardboard tubing found in toilet rolls and kitchen towels. I would write numbers and destinations and place the said toilet roll on my head. I would then "drive" around the house and when I reached my destination, I would spin the cardboard toilet roll tube and my destination would be changed.

The great thing was that, to the utter embarrasment of my mum, I would insist on doing this in public making bus sounds: "Nrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, nrrrrrrrrrr, nrr, pssshhhhhhh. Nrrrrrrrrr"

Now, at 18, I consider myself to be normal.
(wonderbrawl was pronounced dead on, Thu 27 Oct 2005, 17:16, Reply)