Writer's Block: Set the Scene
Ones where I'm walking home on my own, wearing a white top and black leggings that were perfectly suitable when I left the dance studio, but now quite definitely aren't now it's tanking it down and said t-shirt has turned see-through. Particularly when the only people out appear to be men, and I have to walk two miles in said see-through top and leggings that leave nothing to the imagination when wet (in my defence, they're kinda baggy when dry).
There's no pictures of the heart of the downpour, as that was when I had to get off the bus and run for it until it ended, trying to dodge the neighbourhood's seemingly endless stock of perverted men. Still, the rest provided a few artistic moments. I love the colours after a rainstorm, don't you? ^^
The big ugly orange-brick building in the background is the place where I do contemporary and GCSE dance- it's got a very funky entrance, but I forgot to take any photos until I was partway up the road (and I do mean up; it's on an annoyingly steep hill, so going along any road means you wind up going up or down at least 5 metres vertically).
The view from the bus stop:
And the other way. There's so many elderly people in that area- seriously, if you can barely walk, why would you live in a place that even young people find it hard to walk around in? And they wonder why they get honked at when they decide not to cross at the (very clearly marked) crossings- it takes them about five minutes to get across the road!
The school/music centre where I first learnt to play the double bass:
The bus station at which the 144 makes an apparently completely unneccessary detour:
Halfway home- this was about the smallest gutter puddle I came across walking down after the 144 was blocked by two buses up ahead that had broken down next to each other and quite efficiently blocked up a major junction:
I had no idea there was a church here until yesterday, which given I've lived in the area for about 10/11 years now is probably a bit bad on my part:
The corner I waited for my Dad on, and where at least four people thought I was a prostitute or something similar:
The opposite side of the road was rather pretty though:
And hello from a very bedraggled Gabi (you have no idea how glad I am I wasn't wearing a black bra):
There's no pictures of the heart of the downpour, as that was when I had to get off the bus and run for it until it ended, trying to dodge the neighbourhood's seemingly endless stock of perverted men. Still, the rest provided a few artistic moments. I love the colours after a rainstorm, don't you? ^^
The big ugly orange-brick building in the background is the place where I do contemporary and GCSE dance- it's got a very funky entrance, but I forgot to take any photos until I was partway up the road (and I do mean up; it's on an annoyingly steep hill, so going along any road means you wind up going up or down at least 5 metres vertically).
The view from the bus stop:
And the other way. There's so many elderly people in that area- seriously, if you can barely walk, why would you live in a place that even young people find it hard to walk around in? And they wonder why they get honked at when they decide not to cross at the (very clearly marked) crossings- it takes them about five minutes to get across the road!
The school/music centre where I first learnt to play the double bass:
The bus station at which the 144 makes an apparently completely unneccessary detour:
Halfway home- this was about the smallest gutter puddle I came across walking down after the 144 was blocked by two buses up ahead that had broken down next to each other and quite efficiently blocked up a major junction:
I had no idea there was a church here until yesterday, which given I've lived in the area for about 10/11 years now is probably a bit bad on my part:
The corner I waited for my Dad on, and where at least four people thought I was a prostitute or something similar:
The opposite side of the road was rather pretty though:
And hello from a very bedraggled Gabi (you have no idea how glad I am I wasn't wearing a black bra):
