Memories of the Maharagama 138 taken frequently as the bus stop on Havelock Road was in close proximity to home. If you wait long enough, one will always come. In case of the 138, true. Even if hours later, one is sure to arrive. Have patience, just wait. Wait for how long. For what? I am sure everyone has a goal, yes as you progress in age, the goal posts change, but a goal will remain.
My favourite colour is blue. But if you look at my wardrobe most of my clothes in there are black and white. Lots of camouflage clothes too. Enough to be noticed. I love my white shirts. I have one of the best collections of white shirts. Stop. No I am not talking about a footballers perception of shirts. My collection has been accumulated over years, always from a sale. For one, I got
The boys in the city. It’s always them. Politician, Banker, Wanker. The newest statistic to emerge from the city, research to prove the existence of seven social classes in modern England. It’s always a new from the boys. Hair always slicked back. Creaseless, seamless designer suits in black or blue. Brilliant white shits and always the old school tie. Always some blue, Oxford Blue, Cambridge