On the Buses Think of London, a small city. It's dark in the daytime.
People sleep, sleep in the daytime if they want to, if they want to.
I am reminded of these lyrics as I raise my head from a coarse pillow that alone knows the content of my dreams. I am Scottish. I live in Australia, and am trapped in London awaiting a stamp in my passport that will allow me to return home. My funds have all but been exhausted on a whirlwind trip that has left my mind dizzy with exchange rates, currencies, por favors and per favores. London is a cold hard slap in the face.