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

Saturday, November 5, 2011

150 Nov 5th 13:53 Dest. Parents House.

This bus smells like pee.

This is my first day this winter wearing a hat in public. It's not that cold...actually, its quite warm. But I think its a good look for me. I don't really have a head for hats but this works. It's just a woolly black bobble hat but I like it. My head is sweating like Bertie Ahern's conscience...where ever that's being kept.

Driver is playing Irish trad music. It's loud and shit. Unlike Kormacs big band who were awesome last night. So happy for my buddy Sean who plays trumpet with them. That Irvine Welsh song was fantastic. It'll go down a storm when they tour oz.

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