Popping bubble wrap....now that starts off a unique and cold rage in me... One day about 10 years ago this rage peaked and it's release has calmed me ever since. A lady got onto the no.12 Routemaster bus near Notting hill gate, I was already sitting down stairs on the rear bench seats. She chose her seat and sat opposite ,the bus was at the beginning of the journey so not at all full. The evening was warm & the atmosphere calm as we moved stop to stop in a rhythm that pleased me. The lady opposite opened her handbag and from it drew a sheet of bubble wrap, pop pop pop she went, pop pop pop all the while smiling in a near trance like state pop pop pop pop. Well i sat & tried to ignore it & her, really I did...pop pop pop. But enough was enough & up on my feet like a flash I rose grabbing the bubble wrap & flinging it off the back of the bus. Time slowed for a moment as we all watched the plastic float and disappear. "Wha'ch ya do dat for, hey....Wha'ch ya do dat for. that's private property that is " and all I said back was " popping bubble warp on the bus ..what is wrong with you...just get a grip" Well really it was me who should probably have got a grip but nobody got hurt and it felt so good doing it. Other people smiled and then looked away And with that years of pent up hate of the "wrap"went floating down the road with it. Peace, I felt peace....