Stephen Bartley writes about poker and gambling. His passions away from work and family are horse racing, tea, drink and politics. Having escaped London, a world that involved double locks and baseball bats hidden by the door, Stephen moved with his partner, step-daughter and young son to Whitstable, a seaside town in Kent, where he resides in a coastal fortress with astonishing fields of fire. That makes it good for nights in, watching American racing, drinking cocktails and getting early nights.
I was the only person on the bus tonight. As I was walking to the bust stop I figured if there was still a bus at 1am then it must be down to some hard working, high-up official who had decided that no matter what the time, some nut job will want to get home. I’m thankful to that guy. Even though it meant deploying those drivers not fit to be seen out on the road in daylight.
Labels: Tooting Bec
posted by Stephen | 2:12 AM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home