- Location
- London and Boston
I still like sitting on the upper deck at the very front. Recently I got to indulge on a layover in Hong Kong - I had the front row all to myself on the ride into town and back to the airport.Travelling on the top deck of a London bus just people watching as the bus trundles along. I still feel like a kid when I do it.
One of my favourite rides is upstairs front seat in one of the trams trundling through Wanchai.I still like sitting on the upper deck at the very front. Recently I got to indulge on a layover in Hong Kong - I had the front row all to myself on the ride into town and back to the airport.
Although I grew up in London I didn't do this very often - when travelling with my mother she always chose the lower floor, and when I was on my own I wasn't all that keen on the fug - smoking was allowed on the top deck at the time. I did sometimes get up to the top deck when the bus was relatively empty, and I do use the top deck when I can these days.Travelling on the top deck of a London bus just people watching as the bus trundles along. I still feel like a kid when I do it.
Turning the bottle round and seeing '12.5% alcohol by volume'.
I was buying some clobber off an unfamiliar internet merchant. When it came to supplying my personal details, the drop down list for Title didn’t just include boring old Mr, Mrs and Dr, but also the likes of Prof, Wg Cdr, Lt-Gen and even Monsignor.
Similarly the No13 bus up to the peak.One of my favourite rides is upstairs front seat in one of the trams trundling through Wanchai.
Pointless but difficult throwing stunts:
Great fun...
- clothes into a laundry basket from long range
- ball of paper into the bin (3 pointers preferred)
- a peanut into a colleagues pint glass (whilst held at chest level so no easy feat)*
* this might be niche one to me and I had my colleague's permission before you ask! Only one attempt was required...
Someone you can plaice your trust in though.It wasn't a judgement made solely under the influence of flatfish.
Can Turbot fit in an autoclave?It's Friday lunchtime in the Highlands. I've been at work since Thursday morning and I finish Sunday evening; decent amounts of sleep are likely but not guaranteed. Sitting down to lunch I get bleeped twice and answer. I'm then bleeped again by switchboard, apologising for three calls in a row but saying there's now a GP at reception who wants to see me. I go. They'd popped in because they were driving back from the nearby port and had brought me some dressed crab and turbot fillets to help me through the weekend.
I'd thought they were an excellent GP beforehand. It wasn't a judgement made solely under the influence of flatfish.