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I'm sitting on the settee in my living room, which is located in deepest darkest Norfolk.
There used to be two of us, sharing this b3ta account to post image challenge things occasionally. But I've kind of taken over.
I was the fluffy one. Maybe. Maybe not.
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» Public Transport Trauma
Having spent three years as a student travelling to and from Aberystwyth
where there is -usually but not always- a train every two hours, and now living in the outskirts of Norwich, I probably have more than my fair share of terrible public transport stories.
Here's a Norwich one:
I was nearly two hours late for a works do in Norwich after the bus I was in hit someone. A pair of teenagers were trundling along the path, one on a push bike, the other on one of those damned mini moto things. The one on the mini moto suddenly just fell sideways, completely rigid, into the road. Kind of like a plank of wood. And got hit by the bus.
To be fair though, the bus driver breaked so quickly, she was obviously on the ball. Which was maybe unfortunate for the lad standing near the front of the bus... he went flying forward and hit his head against the windscreen with enough force to shatter the glass.
Cue sitting on the bus, having to wait while the ambulance and police do their thing... and while the bus company send a replacement bus, which is what took a longer. While getting snotty text messages from people already in the pub. Because obviously, I'd chosen to have the bus journey from hell instead of sitting in the pub getting drunk.
I believe both casualties were fine. Incidently, the lad who broke the window declined the advised trip to hospital because him and his mate were on the way to play snooker. [I told someone at work this, and -for anyone from Norwich - they said "Well, that's people from West Earlham for you" ].
(Thu 29th May 2008, 21:55, More)
Having spent three years as a student travelling to and from Aberystwyth
where there is -usually but not always- a train every two hours, and now living in the outskirts of Norwich, I probably have more than my fair share of terrible public transport stories.
Here's a Norwich one:
I was nearly two hours late for a works do in Norwich after the bus I was in hit someone. A pair of teenagers were trundling along the path, one on a push bike, the other on one of those damned mini moto things. The one on the mini moto suddenly just fell sideways, completely rigid, into the road. Kind of like a plank of wood. And got hit by the bus.
To be fair though, the bus driver breaked so quickly, she was obviously on the ball. Which was maybe unfortunate for the lad standing near the front of the bus... he went flying forward and hit his head against the windscreen with enough force to shatter the glass.
Cue sitting on the bus, having to wait while the ambulance and police do their thing... and while the bus company send a replacement bus, which is what took a longer. While getting snotty text messages from people already in the pub. Because obviously, I'd chosen to have the bus journey from hell instead of sitting in the pub getting drunk.
I believe both casualties were fine. Incidently, the lad who broke the window declined the advised trip to hospital because him and his mate were on the way to play snooker. [I told someone at work this, and -for anyone from Norwich - they said "Well, that's people from West Earlham for you" ].
(Thu 29th May 2008, 21:55, More)
» Phobias
I've got two phobias. Both a little bit random I guess.
1) Dead spiders. Their legs stick out at weird gammy angles. Its not natural. It makes me feel sick. At least with live spiders, you've always got a chance that they'll crawl away somewhere else.
2)I still work in the same open plan office as my bitch of an ex-boss. Her laugh cuts straight through me. It sends such bad shivers down my spine, that when I hear it I'm frozen to the spot, trying not to look like a rabbit in car headlights and I can't think, or move, or do anything, until that awful noise stops. The joy of open plan offices.
(Tue 15th Apr 2008, 21:31, More)
I've got two phobias. Both a little bit random I guess.
1) Dead spiders. Their legs stick out at weird gammy angles. Its not natural. It makes me feel sick. At least with live spiders, you've always got a chance that they'll crawl away somewhere else.
2)I still work in the same open plan office as my bitch of an ex-boss. Her laugh cuts straight through me. It sends such bad shivers down my spine, that when I hear it I'm frozen to the spot, trying not to look like a rabbit in car headlights and I can't think, or move, or do anything, until that awful noise stops. The joy of open plan offices.
(Tue 15th Apr 2008, 21:31, More)