No longer 'nowhere man'

The strangest thing about my first couple of months here was not knowing a soul (with literally a handful of exceptions). I could just mosey about the place basking in complete anonymity. In short, it is very easy not to give a toss when you can be sure that no one gives a toss about you!

It also made me realise how horribly uptight I was back home. Worrying about what others thought of me, and being more than a touch judgmental when it came to said others. And to think that was in that bastion of conservative chic – Parnell! Your threshold for being shocked is greatly altered by a month walking the streets of Camden town!

But that changed a little on the bus this morning when a wave of familiarity washed over me. With my new found 'routine' I started to recognise the same faces on the bus, hell I even smiled at one of the regulars.

There was the tall skinny guy that should realise that a dodgy moustache will only ever be a pipe dream for him. Lose the fluff mate.

Then there came late girl - always flustered but unusually apologetic and polite. How she does her make up standing up on a double decker bus remains a mystery.

Things got eerie when I suddenly felt cold. I turned around, standing right behind me was a face I didn't recognise - undressing me with her eyes girl. There she stood, shamelessly tearing at every thread with her rampant imagination. Oh well, I guess she is new, still basking in her complete anonymity.