I’ve been chastisised for not writing much lately. The problem, dear fictional readers, with real readers, is that they talk back. Some of them even pout at you through msn messenger for not diverting them sufficiently frequently…
So. Some words.
Last weekend there was an article in Dagbladet (I remembered today because a letter to the editor in this weekend’s paper – which I only looked through today due to the fact that we don’t buy papers and my parents do and I visited my mum this afternoon and the paper was lying around so I looked through it – referred to it *phew* sorry about that sentence, hope you’re still breathing) about a bus driver in Oslo who is known as “kj
Thanks for mentioning me! Sorry, it won’t happen again, I’ll be happy with whatever you write without me asking for it… But this was a very nice story, I felt the urge to go hop on a bus…
Where can I find him, this bus driver?
I don’t mind being pushed to write a bit, you know ;)
I can’t remember which bus he normally drives, though I’m sure someone’s told me… I think it was one of the ones passing Torshov or Sagene. As far as I can remember he was driving the 20 route the time I encountered him.
See the kind of things you miss out on when you commute by car… or live in a different country.
I have to make do with the cute radio commenter on Business News Radio ;-)