An Outlet for My Mind
 

 
Just my waffling really, you'll either think I'm weird (nod and smile), or relate in a strange 'hmm, I believe we have met' way. Ah well, I guess it's a case of the lesser of two evils. Happy reading!

I don't know about the other voices in my head, but personally I'm feeling
The current mood of soozawooza@hotmail.com at www.imood.com
 
 
   
 
Wednesday, January 21, 2004
 
They expect me to pay £1 on the buses as of January 4th, which makes me beg the question, what bus? This morning I waited 20 minutes for a bus supposed to come every 10, yesterday it was half an hour for one that comes every 15, and when you find yourself, as I did, waiting longer than 25 minutes for a bus supposed to come every 5, you begin to wonder what Ken Livingstone is on.

Not a bus, I assure you.

The buses are getting worse. Since the congestion charge was introduced, I've had even more difficulty getting from A to B. This £5 that poor drivers have to pay should be being spent on more buses. None that I've seen! I get a minimum of four buses a day five days a week, and two a day on the weekend, and I can honestly say that I've seen little improvement.

This may be related to our location with respect to London. Since leaving Essex in the 60's, we've been our own entity. After turning our backs on our mother-county, our foster-parent has been less than pleased with our presence. We pay council taxes, which go to housing in Hackney, who pay much lower rates as a result of our contribution.

Romford is truly the armpit of London.
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