I’ll get this out of my system first because Part 2 (whenever I get around to writing it) will be actually about the public transport system in (Greater) Manchester but as things stand now, I’ll just take this moment to laugh at a typically deluded Guardian journo, who now seems to be on a bit of a crusade after the shock of bus fares in the county hit home.
Given the begging letters you see when you ever visit the “newspaper’s” website, I take it that expenses are a bit short for the Guardian’s staff these days. Either that or they themselves aren’t employees, meh I don’t care, it’s your life.
It’s the self-flagellation that always gets me. The unnecessary virtue signal and moan about first world problems and then the moment of realisation that, all your own morals are expendable when broken down into the realities of hard cash.
Damn this capitalism, nationalise everything all ready.
I’d have slightly more sympathy for her supposed plight if she hadn’t followed it up with this:
“How can I possibly be expected to walk a bit in order to pay over the odds for bog standard food at restaurant prices when I’ve had to fork out for
a bus an Uber.”
Life is what you make it.
Thanks for reading.