Bum On The Window
Are we there, yet? We’re bored, tired, and the only thing keeping us from leaping out is the fact that we’re travelling at 117mph. Well, that and the bloody child locks are on. I swear, if this isn’t over soon, words will be had. Rude ones.
It’s not as if we had a say in this. We just got shoved in the backseat with a bag of crisps, a dog-eared copy of “Look-In” magazine, and a Travel Scrabble with all the vowels missing. It’s really hard to express the utter tedium of the situation without the letter U.
Having long since given up playing I-Spy once it seemed as if the scenery whizzing past the window was taunting us with its unavailability, we’re forced to resort to the only form of entertainment and expression left to us by employing the blessed gifts of condensation, and a strong index finger.
So, before the soul-crushing banality compels us to start nutting the head-rest in front until we bleed, may we suggest you scroll down and download an MP3 that’s bound to be far more enjoyable than cranial trauma, or perhaps even watch the video? Don’t forget to share it with everyone and subscribe to our YouTube channel while you’re at it. Seriously, you’ve got plenty of time to kill.
Are we there yet?