'Tis that time of year again when the students return to university in my fair city, the roads to and from the city centre become mysteriously clogged with traffic and buses are overloaded.
Spent forty minutes on a bus hearing the girl in the seat behind me, like, talking about how some of her, like friends had caught, like Swine Flu, and like, how they said it was like, just like normal flu, and how she like, asked them how they, like, knew they had, like Swine flu and not just kind of like, normal flu, blah, blah, like, blah
I think I lost the will to live at one point.
Sorry, moan over.