A Plague Upon Both Your Houses

So today; thanks to the ridiculous positioning of my bus stop, the said public transport rushed right past me. I'm not going to complain too much about the GMPTE on here because on the whole they do a pretty good job. Either way, I was late for Media Studies revision class and David looked at me balefully disappointed. Those doe-eyes get me every time.

Later on, after dodging rainclouds; I brave the 192 which is populated by a motley asssortment fo drunks and scoundrels. It seems that every time I go into Stockport it gets scummier and scummier. With the closing of Woolworths it seems that the main centre of employment in the area has disappeared: the line of smokers in baseball caps outside of Bright House was particularily amusing to watch. Also, it seems that everytime I visit my stationary outlet of choice (Ryman) it seems to get further away from the bus station. It means struggling through the increasing tide of chavs; they're less like an infestation than a biblical plague. I needed to buy paper and notebooks; I replaced the ol'ideas cache with another book (this time I'll keep it cleaner) and got some old school-style books for classes next year! Now I can feel even more like a six year-old.

So after navigating the ocean of potential muggers and drug runners that is Stockport town centre, I escaped home on a 313 bus that smelled suspiciously of eggs. I always seem to miss Newsnight these days and I really need a proper full day at home to revise; breaking it up smashes my sense of continuity! Anyway I re-did my Personal DNA test just so I could see if I had radically changed in a Jekyll/Hyde demaneur. Look into my soul, internet!