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

Monday, November 14, 2011

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There seems to be a lot less graffiti on buses than there used to be. I wonder is that cos because I'm old now and am afraid to sit near the back of the bus or do they just clean it more regularly.

Strong whiff of old lady perfume on this bus.

I've no idea what to have for dinner this evening. Was trying to not think about it all day which in hindsight was a bad move...because its dinnertime now and I'm none the wiser. Ive nothing in at home either. I could get take away but its always so... unsatisfactory. You pick what sounds or seems delicious but it never is. It's just disappointing and you always feel gross afterwards. Besides its Monday. You can't have take away on Monday...can you?

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