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I am watching people from the safety of the bus. We're going through the middle of the city on a Friday in rush hour. It's a slow process. There must have been an accident somewhere because already we've been passed by a police van and a police car/rapid response vehicle going in the opposite direction, blue lights flashing and sirens wailing. The lady in the grey dress should not be wearing the grey dress. She's on a bicycle and the breeze is showing the world her knickers and creating some sort of parachute on her back. I don't think sunbathing on the Piece in tights is such a good idea, either. It does look a trifle silly. Did you see the woman with the giant boobies and the mirrored sunglasses. Film star? Porn star? Just a tourist? Those two young men in their posh black-tie clobber must be students. Is it May Ball season? And why is May Ball season in June? Are mirrored sunglasses the fashion this year? Is this one of those styles that harks back to the 1980s? I detest talking to people who wear them ... I do not want you watch myself as I chat to you. I do my best to avoid mirrors as it is. I have just spied a woman I work with through the window. She's an odd lady, never smiley and is today dressed in sandals, black pop socks and a skirt, which just looks silly. Ooh, a new Co-op store. When did that open? I can hear sirens but these ones are in my head. I go through phases where I seem to constantly hear sirens. Is that a form of tinnitus, mayhaps? I would like to live in one of these houses in this road, but this is one of the most expensive cities in which to buy property in the UK. Madness. It's not even that nice an area. Double madness. I have an empty seat next to me, but have found that if I glare at people with my resting b.itch face they don't sit next to me ...