You see a lot of strange things from the bus in the morning:
– a man walks towards the tram stop, opening a plastic bottle of juice, smells it and then takes a sip, as if he’d just been poured a sample of wine in a restaurant to approve the bottle. I tell myself that he probably smelt it just to check that it was ok, I mean, juice can go off, but then he does this odd little nod to himself, exactly the sort of gesture you see in someone who is telling the waiter that the wine is ok and he can get on with the pouring.
– a seagull comes in for landing on top of a lamppost, but misses it by about 5 centimetres and comes off looking very confused and flustered
– a man in a suit with a briefcase walks in the tall grass along the motorway, somewhere you’re certainly not supposed to walk, though it’s obviously possible. Problem is, about 20 metres further up the grassed ledge disappears and there’s a stretch of motorway where there are concrete barriers along the side and he will either have to turn back or walk in the rightmost lane. That’s going to be popular.
Voice in my head: Macy Gray – Relating to a Psychopath