I sat next to a gorgeous guy at the bus stop earlier yesterday who looked like he should have a thick, syrupy Polish accent, but when he spoke sounded utterly ockerish. Disappointing.

There was a little old, wisened lady who was next to him who bummed cigarettes off him and yabbered on in a voice like a traumatised rosella about the local area.

Everyone at the bus stop ended up wreathed in roll-your-own cigarette smoke, smothered with their pointless conversation. I think there was talk about horses involved somewhere.

Hmmm... Joys of public transport.