I loathe bus stations. Terrible places, full of lost luggage and lost souls.
Madness string 5278
Making music with pots and pans full of delicious air. This is the sound of air bouncing around a hollow space.
I have a half-blind, arthritic 19-year-old tank of a cat with a face like a bag of spanners who yowls and honks whenever he wants anything and interrupts all my meetings and tramples on my keyboard. Wouldn't replace him for the world.