Boxes, Comics, and Busses.
Monday, January 3rd, 2005 04:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caddymanI have just got back in, having bought a load of boxes for my comic collection. By crackey, but it's parky out there.
Having just got to the shop just ahead of their early closing for the bank holiday, I picked up a mere ten boxes (and the first 8 issues of Excalibur - I couldn’t help myself. Standing at the bus stop afterwards was a little nerve wracking. As it goy slowly darker, the sky started to cloud over, and turn slate grey. It was hard to tell how much of this was due to the onset of dusk, and how much was attributable to the build up of rain clouds. The thought of staggering from Battersea to Clapham with £50 worth of papier maché didn't appeal in the slightest.
Happily, the 345 arrived ahead of any rain, but considering that the streets are empty, there is clearly something on the South Kensington - Peckham run, since the bus was packed. Typical, really. Still, ten collapsed comic boxes make an effective battering ram, and you'd be surprised how sharp a mover a little old lady can be when faced with a leather jacketed Bryan armed with cardboard. Anyway, she can't complain, she got a seat; I was happy enough to stand and scythe people as they went up the aisle.
You have to get your entertainment where you can find it, after all.
Coffee now, I think, and then some comic packing (provided I can assemble the boxes, of course). Somewhere there is a Kinks CD awaiting a play. Things to do, things to do.
Having just got to the shop just ahead of their early closing for the bank holiday, I picked up a mere ten boxes (and the first 8 issues of Excalibur - I couldn’t help myself. Standing at the bus stop afterwards was a little nerve wracking. As it goy slowly darker, the sky started to cloud over, and turn slate grey. It was hard to tell how much of this was due to the onset of dusk, and how much was attributable to the build up of rain clouds. The thought of staggering from Battersea to Clapham with £50 worth of papier maché didn't appeal in the slightest.
Happily, the 345 arrived ahead of any rain, but considering that the streets are empty, there is clearly something on the South Kensington - Peckham run, since the bus was packed. Typical, really. Still, ten collapsed comic boxes make an effective battering ram, and you'd be surprised how sharp a mover a little old lady can be when faced with a leather jacketed Bryan armed with cardboard. Anyway, she can't complain, she got a seat; I was happy enough to stand and scythe people as they went up the aisle.
You have to get your entertainment where you can find it, after all.
Coffee now, I think, and then some comic packing (provided I can assemble the boxes, of course). Somewhere there is a Kinks CD awaiting a play. Things to do, things to do.