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It has come to my attention that I'm dead which does make writing a bit of a problem, but not insurmountable as you can see.

The fast few months have been uneventful in the bus world that I call home, lots of moans and groans but not interesting reading, its easy to complain but hard to entertain.

I've not crashed the bus for ages (that's an instant curse now I bet), nor have I run anyone over (they tend to dodge out of the way now), no one's died in transit but there's still time.

Been spending a lot of my time on my new project, the history of Worthing pubs (yes I know, boring but the on site research is fun) and the current results can be found at www.worthingpubs.com, got a mention in the local Argus newspaper about it on page three with a very unflattering picture but at least they spelt my name right. When I got home that evening the local radio station wanted an interview which I did over the phone which was very strange to do, so Andy Warhol was right, fifteen minutes of fame.

There was one amusing story I heard today of a past incident, a driver was coming to the end of his round when a customer was getting off the bus remarked to the driver that there was a wheelchair on board, nothing unusual about that you might think, except there was no one in it, it would seem this driver had the power to heal the lame, hopefully we won't nail him to a cross at Easter!