Only on Thursdays

So there I was waiting for the bus on Prince's Street, when a parade of Violence Against Women protestors came marching down the street, halting all traffic, and delaying my bus. I was half an hour late.


So there I was walking home from institute when a man wearing nothing but an apron came running through Bristo Square, crossing directly in front of me. And Amy did not even notice, she just kept talking.



So there I was trying to get some rest after another bizarre Thursday when my sleeping flatmate mistook me for a "packet of information" and hit me.