I always wondered what that was for...

You have to love the intelligencia, don't you? A couple of weeks ago, whilst I was waiting for departure time at Huntingdon Bus Station with a bus to the Oxmoor, a chap comes up to me and asks if my bus will be going to Cambridge. I politely gave my usual reply, explaining that the bus was going to Oxmoor, and that destination blind at the front of the bus clearly stated so. The chap moves to the front of the bus, gazes up at the said destination display, and replies to me "Is that what the signs on the front of the buses are for, to say where they're going?". I despair...

Ok everyone, it's about time I resurrected this blog!

A lot has happened since my last post, indeed I've left my previous employer Stagecoach - henceforth known as Slavecoach, and joined the long-established family-owned local operator Whippet Coaches.

My reasons for quitting Slavecoach were manifold, to have gone to a smaller, independent operator, with lower pay speaks volumes in itself.  I must have been either foolish, or hopeful, to have left a steady job, without at that stage another job to go to.  Fate works in mysterious ways though, as before the evening was out, I had a job interview lined up for the following Monday :).

The rest, as the learned say, is history...