Bleak. Bromley? Blimey!
A distinct lack of takers in Beans Cyber HQ for this assignment. After all, how many times can you lament, castigate, bleakly chuckle, rail against, pick over the carcass or primally scream?
There are limits to the times you can ‘craft’ some darkness. A hundred different ways to say… ‘we were shite’. Grimsby away hadn’t so much plumbed the depths as embarked on Journey to the Centre of the Earth. So low that even Jules Verne had got the bends.
5 hours ago
THE BEANS BUS 2! MK Dons Edition
I once had a friend who lived and worked in Milton Keynes for around two years. He said it was one of the most soul-crushing periods of his life. Much like the 25/26 season, if you support the soccer.
6 days ago
Cod Woe
A slightly surprising playlist from a driver who clearly felt he was at the controls of an interstellar spacecraft as the power rock trundled up the A590.
I was attempting productivity on the bus, so while writing an Easter Service and applying to go to Berlin, various nonsense swirled.
Subjects covered: Sam Foley's role as a Centrist Dad, Kool and the Gang, lavender and urine smells and the unacceptability of Roy Orbison.
Mar 21
How Soon Is Now!
I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour. Really happy, in fact. Sat in the Friendship, which is stretching the term 'local' somewhat for me, given that although Prestwich was once my stomping ground, I now reside on the other, less yuppiefied side of Heaton Park.
Mar 18
