A Postcard from Public Transport

The other night there were a couple dressed in their finest swankery (tuxedo for the gent, slinky red dress for the lady) riding on the bus when I went into the city. And the thing that strikes me is that, if you're gonna tart yourself up like that, you really should keep a twenty aside to pay for a taxi. Apart from the fact that the dress didn't really provide anywhere to stash a ten trip bus pass, it's just not a very classy mode of transport. Admittedly I do kinda like the image of several stretch limos pulling up outside an bright and spangly charity gala, followed by the 486 to Chatswood. And a bewildered granny with her shopping getting out.

And if you're too cheap to spring for taxi fare, it's not looking promising for the end of the night either. Especially since the buses stop at midnight. I don't see a dude that can't afford taxi fare springing for a penthouse suite in one of the city's finest hotels. Possibly a quick root in a dodgy alleyway behind one of the city's finest hotels. Romance ain't dead, but someone certainly appears to have beaten the crap out of it.

A Welcome of Sorts

Hi there and welcome to my blog.

I don't know if you noticed, but it's not very good.

Still, I have my very own blog now. I feel totally hip and with it. I'm one funky grandpa. Between that and my mp3 player, I've totally arrived in the 21st century. A bit late admittedly but still, what'd I miss? There were hurricanes, droughts, and the Lord of the Rings movies. That's about it.

Now the interesting thing will be whether I actually keep up with my blog or I end up just forgetting about it like I did with that goldfish i had.

Let's find out together!
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Rest in peace Sharky (1989 - later in 1989)