I was in and out

I was in and out of town yesterday. Coming home last night, one of those Italian boys that hang around night bus stops was on the bus, desperately trying to chat up some girl. I never know what they’re after – somewhere to stay the night? A foreign girlfriend? Cheap sex or a con? Anyway, he got his just desserts when he tried to chat up some other girls when the first one left – they tried to speak Spanish to him, then talked over him with stories about what their friends had gotten up to that night. I almost laughed aloud as his bored miserable face.
I was also on a bus as the anti-war marchers were coming home yesterday. Fucking middle-class marchers having fits because the bus conductor is full and Oscar and Charley have to catch another bus. Apparently concern for the down-trodden doesn’t start with the working classes.