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

Sunday, November 13, 2011

27 Nov 13th 13:26 Muji

Dylan Moran referred to fried breakfasts as 'slices of pig, tubes of pig and a chicken's abortion.'

I visited my mum early today in the hope that she would be making a Sunday fry up as is tradition in our house. She wasn't. She was going to town. I ask you. What kind of Irish mommy doesn't make a sausage for her 35 year old son on a Sunday.

I wonder if the rude man sitting in the wheelchair area on the bus would have let the woman with the pram have that seat if shed been Irish. Although he could just be completely ihnorant as a opposed to racist.
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