I’ve started reading The 15 Minute City, by Natalie Whittle.
As I got on my usual bus from Stockwell St to Vic Rd this eve, I noticed it was the same driver whose bus I’d taken twice last week and both times it had broken down – that’s two days in a row – leaving me to walk home in the usual January post-apocalyptic shitstorm. I got on his bus today and no sooner was it 200 yards down the road than it crashed into a taxi, across from Marks and Sparks. Everybody out – again. That’s 3 times I’ve been on his bus, and three times it’s broken down for one reason or another. The shittest hat-trick ever 😂. I need to find out this guy’s name so I can never get on a plane with him.
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