Time dialation, evolution and angry drivers.


Time fly’s when your having fun. Well yeah maybe but I recon fun doesn’t last that long, the opposite is true when you are late. You rush and rush and you get to work 5 mins late after running driving and juggling everything you have to do just to get to work with some trousers on. You get there 5 mins late. You don’t even get in trouble. But you have cursed yourself. Time now passes unnaturally slowly for the rest of the day. Making 1 hour at work seem like a week. And every time you look at the clock thinking it must be almost lunch and it still only 10am a little part of your soul dies.

A theory I have had for a long time is that pens evolve into traffic cones. You have you biro and the suddenly its gone, the little fucker has metamorphoses into a cone and its off to join the teaming shooles on the side of evey road I drive on. Just think about pens always disapear, cones are always apearing. In short biros and the larvai of trafic cones. I don’t wish to bang on about this any further, coz im in danger of going into my “vegatarens secrety lust for the destrution of the human race” and “ you nuts being an external organ proves the existence of god” rants and they are quite frankly fo another day.


Sitting at work and car skreeches to a hult and the driver jumps out and starts shouting at the bus driver behind him they exchange heated words and colourful language. Then the bus driver desides it tine to get on and take the poor sods in his bus to the station. When the guy stands infront of the bus Tanaman Square (sp?) Style. The bus drive desides to back up and then go for it. The driver in his early 50’s jumps and grabs onto the window of the bus. He clings there as the bus zooms off up the road at 30mph. (I have fallen off something at that speed and I know it relly fucking hurts and you don’t end up with much skin on you back left). It the goes round a roundabout in busy traffic. Before it is stopped by the police.

Just a normal day in farnbrough