A poster on the bus advertised the heats for the local yodelling festival. Not the festival itself, but the pre-competition to allow people to apply for the competition itself.
London is the great beast to which we all must pledge our allegiance, lest we fall in to a pit of penury and parochiality.
I came here by mistake. I was as shocked by this as anyone. This was not a scheduled stop in my journey home. Not today.