The time is November 2011, the city, Dublin. One man is spending an awful lot of time sitting on buses and in order to stop him having a bit of a breakdown, which could end violently for someone, he decided to write this.

Bus To Move is the commuting experiences for a month of Jayhaitch. To fully understand his motives for doing this nonsense you should probably read this first

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

15A Nov 29th 8:24 Muji. very slowly

I've been sitting on this bus for the last 40 minutes. It's travelled what normally takes 5 minutes. This is not Cool.

If traffic flows normally I should get into work in about 20-25 minutes from now. Over half an hour later than I'm due in.

While most of the delays could have been avoided by not going down one long bottle neck that is terenure road, as the 15a insists on doing, most of the fault has to go with this country's inability to deal with weather. For a country which such a varying climate our motorists act like rabbits in headlights when faced with conditions different to the previous days.

Friday, November 25, 2011

9 Nov 25th 18:24 Home

Scientific studies will one day surely show a correlation between awful rnb music played at the back of the bus and a lack of social skills.

This is very loud and very bright. And someone smells like hospital. I'm going on the train tomorrow...which will be nice.

Got a different bus tonight which means ill have to walk a bit. But its looking like I might still get home earlier than it was fair to be expected.

Oh lord the mobile phone discotheque is playing "til the sweat drips from my balls". Class

Thursday, November 24, 2011

150 Nov 24th 18:43 Home.

Why do teenage girls insist on screaming and squealing. Can't the talk about that bitch from school or how shane gave her blue WKD so as he could feel her up at a normal level. Does nobody understand discreet anymore?