The Poitin is working, little green men from Mars are now red and STOP means only 'take it handy now' The tin roofed bus yard is aglow with feverish enterprise!Bees are not as busy as me! If my liver holds out this Thunderbird will be GO! I've chosen the opening and closing poems and guess what? They both have the word 'Bus' in their titles! Diesel fuelled synchronicity or what? Do not be purely afraid, be excited with a tinge of apprehension that lets you know you're alive! PB2 is on it's way!!