I still use buses occasionally,

but thankfully I’ve got over the whole

‘trying to write about it’

phase.

 

I’m not making a statement as such;

If anything,

it’s almost an acceptance of defeat.

 

Nearly 35,

and I still can’t fucking drive.

 

I used to say things like:

I get a lot of inspiration from bus journeys –

seeing all the different people,

over-hearing all the conversations…

It’s like a synopsis of the modern condition,

you can learn a lot about life

just by getting on a bus in Hull.

 

Don’t get me wrong,

I’m still full of shit.

 

It’s just that now,

I use the train as often as possible,

and I try not to

fucking write about it.