September 8th, 2006

Carravaggio

No beer and no TV make Homer something something

Thursday: It was a dark and stormy night. It really was. Lashings of rain and the loudest thunder I've heard in a long while. It was still a dark and stormy night when I left for work, so again I sing the praises of my uggies, sparing me the misery of having wet shoes all day, as the lane reverted to its true nature and became a creek again, and there was no way of getting across without getting soaked.

It was a horrid, leaky old bus too, which meant I got even wetter just sitting there as it rained as much inside and outside, and when the bus made the violent turn towards the shopping centre, all the rain that had been collecting in the light fitting above me sloshed into my lap, kinda like Flashdance, only a helluva lot less sexy.
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