Usually I walk home from work as it's pretty but tonight is cold and wet so thought I'd get the bus (plus I'd left my wallet at my friend's house on the weekend so couldn't get a taxi), well turns out to get a bus in this town you need a fucking degree, advanced knowledge of the phases of the moon and a decoder ring just to try and decipher the timetable 'lol' (plus a big grrrrrrrr)
Gossip is the Devil’s telephone; best just to hang up.