TODAY HAS INVOLVED A LOT OF BUSES.
we went to barry island festival of transport, because we could, and because I’m secretly kind of a dweeb. It took about five minutes to go from “ooooh look at the pretty old buses” to “ooooh look at all of the complete dorks here. good lord, that’s a beard. has he got bruce willis painted on the side of his limo?? no, george, you can’t try to talk to someone about cars, because you don’t know anything about cars.”
Barry island is kind of depressing because everything is broken and kind of ghost-y. I saw some of my old flatmates from first year and they pretended I didn’t exist. Also, I dropped my ice cream and the girl behind the counter got me a new one. I don’t really know what overall opinion to form from these events but yep, buses, good.