Monday, 18 May 2009

my trials and tribulations using the british public transport


The stress of walking through Newbury was too much to bear and we had to make a stop in a local pub. To soothe my nerves, Sally read me a chapter of a famous French 1960s novel while Smelly ranted at the local 'chavs'. I am not sure what this meant. However, he did show good taste by reading the Grauniad.

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