I spend lots of time behind the wheel, It makes you think when you drive many miles on a motorway, it beats counting the white lines, and the things you see whilst out on the road, the responsiblity of the safe carriage of the passengers. The hours can be sometimes long and you dont get much of a home life, you dont see your friends often. But I wouldnt change it for the world. Where else do you get to travel and get paid for it. My only gripe is the low wages in comparison to other industries, but most enjoyable jobs are low pay. Just think if the wages in the coach industry were better then it would be the best job in the world.
Those who read my outburst of yesterday maybe wondering what was goin through my head, but I am going to make one thing clear, I am not making any apologies, my opinions, if you dissagree then good, that is your right to. I suppose, I am getting fed up of a lot of things in life, like the large number of shows like X factor, that come dancing thingy, soap opera's. Some comedy shows, I just feel they are forcing alot of us to dumb it down. After all what happened in life before this shit, that is broadcast on a Saturday night. No wonder I dont mind working saturdays, or choose to go to the pub. What happened to the art of conversation? it was lost many years ago.
Last week I briefly wrote about my generation, as we all move towards our mid 30's, not young but not grumpy old people yet, just the 30 somethings, maybe best name is the starwars generation. I was watching a programme tonight about Alan Sillitoe, and his highly popular, book, Saturday night, sunday morning. The programme showed scenes of the demolition of old Radford, I must admit I was born at the backend of the regeneration of parts of Nottingham, such as St Anns, Radford, the Meadows, Basford, etc. I missed the sights of the squalied living accomodation that was swept away, for then modern living accomodation. I can just remember the Balloon Wood flats before they were demolished. I might actually read the book one day, as it provides a snap shot of working class life, where people worked hard all week, and the highlight of the week was to go out on the saturday night, to get drunk and shagged.
One of my many projects I have on the go is my life story, now some people say I am not famous enough, bollocks, we all have a story to tell. Most people dont have the guts to write down their experiences, the things they have seen in life. I also have a long term project which is the story of failed love, what happens when you have it all, then for some reason you drift apart, until the day when both people move on and find new love, even though the flame is still burning inside. Again semi autobiographical, I do find this one very difficult to write, so it is shelved at the moment, besides, I have a website to set up, a bus to restore and many many other things I want to do, before I do become a winging old bastard, whose highlight of the day is going to the cafe or the day centre, perrish the thought.
Anyway on the that bombshell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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