Smells on the bus. No. 67.

I smelt Vosene today. On the head of a man sitting next to me.
Lord that takes me back.
It made me think of school smells, the blackboard chalk, Miss Wiseman's nicotine stained fingers, the wood shavings from the lovely old desk mounted pencil sharpener on her desk. Tizer and Toast Toppers, coal tar soap, the (red hot) hot chocolate that came out of the machines after swimming, the chlorine, the school coach with its weird brushy fabric.

Yeah, buses don't smell anymore do they?