I went to lunch with Smiley, which was good, because, obviously, I had a burr up my butt and needed to touch base with someone who could cheer me up.
If you can’t get happy around a guy called Smiley, you need to get you to a therapist, I think.
Anyway, Smiley had an idea so brilliant that I’m tempted to take Friday off and implement it.
Riding around town all day on the bus. Various busses, but just seeing where all they go and how easily they get there.
Come on! That’s good fun. And I think it counts as investigative citizen journalism.