The Chronicles of Anita Roddick Part X
hello fans.
Went to uni today, very eccentric place. It's full of beards and lunacy, so I think I may fit in. I had a beard until yesterday, but I had to get rid of it because I didn't have a face any more. Saying that, when I went to uni I saw the biggest beard ever, it must have protuded from the mans face about six feet, although this was an estimate. I looked at it and it actually spanned half a mile, and plans to be as long as the Forth road bridge by Christmas.
So after that I went to Glasgow to kill time, good idea of mine it was.
At the corner of Argyle Street and Union Street I saw Bus-spotters. Trainspotting is bad enough, but bus spotting is near enough tragic, imagine if trainspotting was called Bus-spotting? PAH! trying to ruin british cinema. Anyway. I decided to beat them at their own game, and I went bus-spotter-spotting. I saw a very rare middle-aged bearded specimen, and the classic 1955 estate agent model. A good day out if you ask me. I also saw a very interesting molested sign on my travels, somewhere around St Enoch centre, it proclaimed with a mighty swoosh:
"Gay parked vehicles will be camped"
I like the idea of traffic wardens punishing cars parked in a homosexual area.
"Oh-ho, whats this?"
"Its a little volkswagen"
"Well someones parked it in a gay place, its right outside this brothel sauna"
"We'll have to camp it up, sir"
"Very well. I'll fetch the amyl nitrates and manbag"
Oh well, off to collect freshers pass tomorrow. I'll update you with my sordid tales of sleazing around the campus ghetto-blaster style soon. Just now my 3 are Philosophy/Psychology/Politics, with the 3rd likely to change.
Seriously, what it is with everyone wandering around with Bluetooth headsets? Nathan Barley was actually prophetic. Rise of the idiots.
Go to bed, children.
Went to uni today, very eccentric place. It's full of beards and lunacy, so I think I may fit in. I had a beard until yesterday, but I had to get rid of it because I didn't have a face any more. Saying that, when I went to uni I saw the biggest beard ever, it must have protuded from the mans face about six feet, although this was an estimate. I looked at it and it actually spanned half a mile, and plans to be as long as the Forth road bridge by Christmas.
So after that I went to Glasgow to kill time, good idea of mine it was.
At the corner of Argyle Street and Union Street I saw Bus-spotters. Trainspotting is bad enough, but bus spotting is near enough tragic, imagine if trainspotting was called Bus-spotting? PAH! trying to ruin british cinema. Anyway. I decided to beat them at their own game, and I went bus-spotter-spotting. I saw a very rare middle-aged bearded specimen, and the classic 1955 estate agent model. A good day out if you ask me. I also saw a very interesting molested sign on my travels, somewhere around St Enoch centre, it proclaimed with a mighty swoosh:
"Gay parked vehicles will be camped"
I like the idea of traffic wardens punishing cars parked in a homosexual area.
"Oh-ho, whats this?"
"Its a little volkswagen"
"Well someones parked it in a gay place, its right outside this brothel sauna"
"We'll have to camp it up, sir"
"Very well. I'll fetch the amyl nitrates and manbag"
Oh well, off to collect freshers pass tomorrow. I'll update you with my sordid tales of sleazing around the campus ghetto-blaster style soon. Just now my 3 are Philosophy/Psychology/Politics, with the 3rd likely to change.
Seriously, what it is with everyone wandering around with Bluetooth headsets? Nathan Barley was actually prophetic. Rise of the idiots.
Go to bed, children.