The rain started soon after I arrived and it took a long time to get any amount of footage gathered. Wolverhampton was once one of the busiest bus stations in Britain but now it's a bit of a backwater on a weekday . Nothing like the new deckers which swamped Walsall, same ole, same ole stuff other than Express motors has crawled to oblivion, a rejuvenated 50p pot of paint has cast Banger buses into a new light, a retro minibus fleet. There are a few smaller operators and in the distance I did glimpse an old first livery decker.
Excitement was under control though and other than being damp and the still camera packing in I had lunch in Marks & Spencers, got to keep it in the family eh. I was covered in muck , I must have lent against some street furniture, talking of which you'll appreciate the shots of the works van on Market street which parked up so the mate could get dinner for them, only thing is its a disabled parking spot, a distinctly un-disabled labourer brought lunch out, berated me for photographing their van and threatened to beat me up if I did it again. Well I suppose that it showed how seriously Wolverhampton takes such things, when he went a couple of taxis took their place. I spoke to a zombie neighbourhood policewoman thingey whi said it depended on the council and they said it depended how long they were parked. The whole point had obviously bypassed the officials and with luck you'll bypass Wolverhampton and enhance your week!. My knee stood up well to the extended tramp around town and is obviously reaching new heights of achievement ready to show off his good work when I see Prof Jari Thursday.