National Express, National Distress

In the hope that a poorly-composed poem is more effective at holding a corporation to account than a well-written complaint: National Express, It's been weeks, Since your staff lied, Late at Night. With no information, Anger builds at your station, And when I eventually shout, Security throw me out. I kip at a mate's, Get... Continue Reading →

Flashback

The siren passes, and the blitz of blue and yellow flashes past a moment later. Then all is quiet. From the spacious front seat of the National Express coach I have panoramic views across Leeds' city limits and the M621. The coach smoothly accelerates under a sign for London and Wakefield and we join the... Continue Reading →

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