Friday, March 07, 2008


Why, oh why, do people run for the W7 in Finsbury Park? I can understand if it's 2.30 am and it's the last bloody one because the other bus took too damn long from central London and OH MY GOD it's taken you two hours to get from Piccadilly to Finsbury Park, but at 5.45 pm on a Thursday? When there is a queue of four, not just one bus but four buses, why is there a need to shove me out of your way to sprint for the bus? There are FOUR OF THEM! You will make it home before the wolves come out to hunt you!


who knows if the moon's
a balloon, coming out of a keen city
in the sky--filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should

get into it, if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
why then
we'd go up higher with all the pretty people

than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody's ever visited, where

Spring)and everyone's
in love and flowers pick themselves

- e. e. cummings

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