So as usual I’m sitting on the bus attempting to listen to a podcast in as much peace as the bus would allow but as soon as today’s fellow occupant boarded with his voice on full blast I realised I wouldn’t be able to cancel him out so I just switched off my phone and tuned into his rant instead…
His reason for being so worked up is his ex girlfriend. He just doesn’t understand why she’s not into him anymore and thinks it’s her new man who’s turning her against him. He’s REALLY upset ( He’s repeated this a dozen times already and he’s only been on the bus for the past 10 minutes) and thinks “something must be wrong with her” to leave him and be going out with this new bloke. He wants to “deal” with the new guy but at the same time isn’t sure how to go about it. He now wants to know what his mate who he’s speaking to on the phone has said to them. I did think about saying “Mate, she’s just not into you anymore” but I’m just enjoying the distraction. Also I’ve had a little surprise from downstairs as I can hear a Nigerian sister babble loudly in Yoruba about how she’s planning to get as much as possible out of her luggage allowance on her flight to Lagos. I wonder if she’ll be on my flight in a few days time? Must look out for her when I get off. Thank you Brighton and Hove Buses for today’s entertainment. Who needs TV?
Long post alert! I had a two sector coach ride to the MotherShip today as the National Express (in its as of recent never ending mission to upset its users more and more) have now reduced direct journeys from Brighton to HeathrowLand from Hourly to every two hours. When the 1st of my two coaches arrived I noticed it was very busy and commented on it to the driver who then informed me that the direct service to Heathrow which was scheduled to leave about an hour before had been cancelled due to a technical issue.
When I boarded all the window seats had been taken up as expected so I just sat myself down. After getting settled, I couldn't help but notice (because I'm nosey like that 😇) the Middle Aged lady who had taken the emergency exit row window seat and plonked not one but two bags on the aisle seat next to her so no one else would sit beside her, she also had her wheelie bag blocking the exit (Heaven forbid it had to be used). I did think about saying something to her but then remembered I still had another coach journey and a flight to the States to contend with so I kept my thoughts to myself determined to hold on to my good Karma. We got to Gatwick South Terminal and she was already out of her seat leaving all her litter in the seat. I do remember hoping she'd left her passport in the seat too. Anyhow, moving on and all that…
Now at The South Terminal I had a thirty minute wait till the FK 200 coach to Bristol via Heathrow. There was already a sizeable number of people waiting for the coach but I wasn't too bothered as I was booked on it and should have a seat reserved already. The Coach arrived and despite the staff telling all those from the cancelled service to wait for the specific coach arranged for them, they all crowded round the driver to try and get on the 200 one and he had to repeat to them one by one what the Gatwick staff had already told them! I managed to get the drivers attention, showed him my ticket, got my case loaded and get on. Phew!!! As I got myself sorted onboard, a very polite young man retrieved my wireless headphones that I was rooting around for…they'd dropped off as I sat down. That was lucky and I thanked him and the Universe for the good Karma. As I re-connected with my headphones, I became aware that we were now headed to the North Terminal before heading on to Heathrow. We were met by yet another large group of customers waiting to board but not all could because they weren't enough seats due to all the extra passengers from the cancelled service. I really felt for the drivers and NX staff as they ran from coach to coach planning out strategies. I also noted that several people from my original coach from Brighton were being moved around yet again. Now let's not forget, I boarded my first coach around 12:30 (it was five minutes late) and was scheduled to get to Terminal 5 at 14:30. It's now 14:51 and we've only just gone past Cobham. I have a new seat neighbour now, an irritated young lady and she's constantly whinging away very loudly to her parents who are sat two rows behind about how slow their journey has been so far. They're going on to Bristol. What a fun day you've got ahead of you! Again I thank the Universe as the young man who retrieved my headphones otherwise I'd be banging my head against the window by now! As I listen to RuPaul and Michelle Visage Kiki with Bob the drag queen, I notice we've just gone by junction 11 on the M25. Just a couple more to go before we get to Heathrow. I'm slightly in disbelief at how long this journey is taking today. The electronic signs keep displaying notices saying long queues and delays. Not looking good but am not panicking because my report time is not till 15:50.
15:16: Junction 13! Not too far till Heathrow now but the traffic is still going really slowly. Hang on! Wait…I see a plane! We're nearly at T5. Was just beginning to think about calling the standby desk! what on Earth is going on today? I know it's school holidays and it's a Friday but that was ridiculous!!! Anyhow, it looks like Chief Wakawaka will make it to the ball after all today. What a farce!!! Have a good one peeps.
Have just been stopped mid stroll on my way to the supermarket. “Excuse me! Would you happen to have a lighter on you?” I was politely asked. “Oh sorry. I don’t smoke” was my reply.
“I thought you didn’t. You looked too healthy to be a smoker but I thought I’d try anyway. NOBODY seems to smoke anymore!”
I guess that’s a compliment yes?
Have been making the most of my audible account recently and at the moment am listening to talk show Host Trevor Noah’s book ‘Born A Crime’. Am about a quarter of the way through so far and I’m thoroughly enjoying it. Funny, witty and educational all at the same time, Trevor tells his story as a mixed race child growing up in a newly post Apartheid South Africa. I’ve been lucky enough to have visited South Africa a few times with work and have been to Cape Town, Johannesburg and Soweto but I’ve always been fascinated with the indigenous people of South Africa such as the Zulu’s, Xhosa, Sotho and Tswana and their histories before the Europeans arrived. We get some of that history in this book and we also get a window into the lives and homes of those who grew up through Trevor’s very entertaining childhood capers! A great read so far and I wholeheartedly recommend it!
I finally got to watch the film ‘Lion’ on my flight home today. My colleague Lesley had advised me “to have a tissue or two handy” while watching as there are a few sad scenes in the first forty minutes. Now I don’t know whether it was the comfort of my club seat or the lovely glass of Albariño I was having with my meal but I was a WRECK half an hour into the movie and had to decline my wine glass being topped up because I was afraid I was going to descend into full African mode sobbing away and blowing my nose. Such a brilliant cast of talented people and Sunny who plays the lead character in his younger years is a little gem with such a bright future ahead of him. What makes the story even more poignant is that it’s based on the true life story of Saroo (on the left of the picture at the bottom) as a young child gets lost from his family and ends up being adopted and raised in Tasmania by an Australian couple and eventually as young man traces his way back home to India and his birth family. The movie also draws attention to the plight of children who go missing every year in India. Dev Patel who plays Saroo as a young man does an incredible job too as does Nicole Kidman who plays his adoptive mother.
As I dabbed my eyes yet again after finally mustering up the courage to have another glass of wine I decided I needed to watch something very different afterwards…Suicide Squad which didn’t disappoint! #LionTheMovie #Saroo #DevPatel #WakawakaTravel
I was listening to the radio while getting ready for work this morning and the radio hosts were compiling people’s tales of woe involving parking tickets and wanted to find out who had the best one. There were quite a few contenders but the best one in my humble opinion was the poor lady who stepped out of her car, banged her head on a parking sign, popped into a nearby shop to get some ice and got back to her car…to find a ticket had been issued to her! How rude!!! Have a good Friday peeps!
There is a young woman on my journey today who keeps jumping out of the coach every time the driver makes a stop to check her case in the hold because she “gets really worried” about it.
Judging by the look on the drivers face, I think her case has a much better chance of making it to her destination than she has!