The bus stops br outside a shop br br most inappropriately named br THE BEAUTY SPOT br br (which it is - not) . br br I gaze at it for br quarter of an hour or more br br bored br (oh so bored) br br as we go br nowhere...fast. br br There is no Present or no br Future any more br br - just the Past. br br And then when br the traffic slowly un- br -snarls br br (I manically smiling) br br & we finally move br all of 50 feet or more br br only to come br to a stand still br br outside a betting shop br grinding to a furious halt at br br FIRST PAST THE POST br for another 20 minutes more br br I am suddenly 7 to 1 favourite br to go stark raving mad. br br All the stops seem br to mock br br my extreme lateness. br br Ahhh....good...Goodmayes & br St. George's Hospital have just arrived br br where I get off br & walk br br (fast as I can) br br rather than be br admitted for my br br 19th Nervous br Breakdown.