I was in a late,
late night bus heading home after a gig; tired but, satisfied that we had
played our music well. Gratified that we had got paid too. These days being
given wages promptly after any job can be a hassle. Money is a “tough ride.”
Dude, I was slightly annoyed by unusual noises
coming from the upper deck of the bus, but not too surprised though, as this is
a normal scenario when you take a London
bus in the wee hours of the morning, to paraphrase the Scottish expression.
Drama, melodrama and verbal theater.
