I wait for a Tram at the tram stop. I have found that this is the best place to wait for trams. It is not a good place to wait for a bus. Unless of course you're at Altrincham, or Bury, or any of the many tram stops which have bus stops attatched. Still even at those stops you'd be better waiting at the actual bus stop for the bus rather a tram stop and then trying to run to catch the bus. It is a good 20m from the Alty Tram stop to the 245 bus stop.

So don't do it, unless you wanted some exercise.

"Hello!" comes a southern sounding voice. I look over to see one of our company's temps who I was introduced to on the steps of the canteen a few days ago.

"Hello!" I reply, trying to make it look like I remembered her name. I do remember that I had my lilac shirt on and I treated myself to some apple pie when I did get into the canteen but when you're being prevented from getting a can of diet coke by someone introducing someone to you, who is only going to be around for a month anyway, remembering their name is the least of your concerns.

"Did you know?" she says, "That there's a guy who looks exactly like you who normally gets the tram about this time. I've seen him a couple of nights running. He's even got the same sort of coat as you. But he doesn't wear glasses."

"Does he look like this?" I say removing my glasses.

"Oh...." she says "Do you sometimes wear contacts?"

"Yes" I reply.

There is a period of akward silence. I contemplate using this as a permanent method of disguise but no one, bar Louis Lane, would ever fall for that.