On the Bus

The rain kept us indoors most of the day, except for a short excursion to the bottle bank.

The afternoon was given over to our favourite drinks, a shared bar of chocolate and the first of the original Star Wars trilogy.

But all good things must come to an end. On this occasion, the grim prospect of Monday hit home on the 23 bus as it bumped and ground its way through Maryhill. Or hit me anyway. A moment after this shot, the young man became unphotographable due to manic tongue-protruding.