Commuting in London after 25 years

They seem to have a lot of them in Brighton - both forward, rear facing
and bus mounted.

There are no obvious cameras (well none I could see) in the area where I
was busted by the bus fuzz.
http://www.sweller.co.uk/cip/

Most of those look bus mounted, I think.

 

Yeah, it took me ages to find the one hiding in my coalshed.

FFS.

 

he'd probably spent most of the time hiding in your woodpile.

 

What, and risk getting splinters in his big lips?

Incidentally, some of my best friends are black.

 

do they wear loud-coloured shirts in built-up areas, though?

 

Sorry, this conversation is happening in the 1950s so references to
1980s pop culture aren't going to make much sense.

 

Big Brother is, watching you, but from way higher up than from a bus,
and directly over the pavement.

My question is why faff about on North Street when you can park for
free in the Brighton Station carpark, which is only 5-10 minutes walk
from the clock tower?

 

"Back to the Future".

Oh, that's not helping, is it?

Anyway, I was wondering why Buzby had'nt spotted the Rastafarian's
Red-Green-and-Gold knitted hat before the glint of his teeth.

 

Sodium streetlights

 

I'd picked Fiona up from East St and I didn't have a parking pass. I'd
left it in the ashtray of a Saab I scrapped.

I now have a new pass.

 

It being a cliche doesn't make it any less true and it happened to me
too - not the coalshed, the dark of night and black bloke in black
thing, draped over the fairing, the silly fecker. In fact, I'll have you
know some of my best mates are fat-necked coonts.