You must not cuss
at the Job Centre Plus
Neither should you swear
at the Pull & Bear
Do not eff or blind
in a branch of Mind
And utter no profanity
In an HMV
Now, they mainly sell posters and T-shirts there,
But still, watch your fucking language, yeah?
Since moving to london I have been an avid bus rider (which is a bit like being Knight Rider given that similar to KIIT buses do talk to you in a robotic voice via their announcements).
Anyway, here are some couplets I’ve composed over the years about the various routes I’ve taken. If anyone from TfL is reading this do feel free to incorporate them into the onboard announcements for each route.
Feeling naughty
On the number 40
In the mix
On the 176
I come alive
On the 185
So fresh, so clean
On the P13
Halfway to heaven
On the 197
Heroes unsung
On the 171
Beyond my ken
On the 410
Can you guess from the above whereabouts I live and have lived in London?
All careers advisors
are cursed
to advise on careers
until they meet someone
they know in their bones
should be a careers advisor.
They advise them as much,
the spell is broken,
and they are free.
Dick Denham 