‘Are you awake?’

‘No’

‘Are you sure?’

‘…uhm..uh..No’

Nine o’clock start and i did feel like getting a Red Bull. As much as i hate saying it and i hate what they stand for. Some placebo for sudden awakening- i don’t actually feel a major difference. It doesn’t work for me as much as other people, in fact i think it’s just a ploy to get us all to drink chemicals and become robotic. Of course! That’s why the dazing students of this world, particularly on public transport are and look like recess monkeys. (For more explanation see opening sequence of Eddie Izzard’s Dress to Kill)

It was on the bus this morning. The ‘U-link’, and for the more familiar ’Use-less-Link’. (Boy we’re good) For a maximum of 10 seconds there was a complete silence, stillness and exact position of heads. I’d say around 35 people counting down the minutes of ipod time. From Bristol to Uni thats either 2/3rds of a decent podcast or 6.6 songs vital to make that journey tolerable. For sure we divide destination time by ipod dispension. We are robots after all.

To add to my Red Bull dilemma, i have an awful cold at present. And for some reason (if you can tolerate the taste) i notice that my sore throat quits being a menace when drinking a fizzy drink- must be to do with the bubble sensation. I resisted temptation and passed the chemicals and opted for water. All day in fact. Then just now, i’m realising how it’s already taken over my brain without drinking it- don’t buy it for your sore throat. It doesn’t work- honest!

We’re collated together. People are grouped often and people create groups. Facebook isn’t really helping here, not that it’s particularly a bad thing in this case. Meeting points at certain exact times, just like catching a bus this morning. (With the exception of the U-Link being not so exact.) 

So everyone turns up late. People moan. Then late people moan. Then nothing is resolved. A vicious cycle. Delightful aye? always the same result though, almost routine. 

I’m going to be outrageous next week. Maybe i’ll hovercraft home, and you know what i won’t tell my father what time i’ll be home, i’ll leave it to mystery.

Then he’ll worry.

Then he’ll moan.

Red Bull?