Tag Archives: Parkdrive

Memories, Smells and The Bus

The aroma of the bus. I have never been able to identify it. Plastic seats soaked in decayed human sweat, a definite metal acidity and stale smoke? But at six o’clock in the unearthly hours of 1973, it was easy. … Continue reading

Posted in 1970'S, Blogging, Bradford, History, Humour, Life | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 73 Comments