Monday, November 27, 2006
The number 43 bus runs from Manchester Piccadilly to Manchester Airport, and back again. There is nothing particularly exciting about this bus, except that it's the bus that I get to town (and back again). I suppose it would be fantastic to travel around the world to amazing places and write about it, like a travel writer, but I can't do that. What I can do is get the 43 bus to town (and back again), and, you know, waste not want not and all that. Moreover, I think getting the 43 bus can be pretty good.
Contact Me:geoff-43 at 4warding.com
Previous Posts
- Philosophies of the 43, No.2
- Sunny-sunny-cold-cold
- Philosophies of the 43, No.1
- On Yellow Coats
- How it was.
- Update:
- Digital Journey
- On Moving Forward
- Unbrellas
- Of Brass Letterboxes
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2 Comments:
you're funny
I know the feeling. But was more than disgusted when today, an ignorant 41 driver drove straight past me. I was waiting a further 20 minutes for another bus to pick me up...
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