Carry on Driver
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Wanna know what it like to work for London transport? read on and you can see a little insight into the weird and strange world of the average London bus worker.
I've put this in the humour section but it's also non fiction and a couple of the chapters have a serious tone. please don't be upset but I'm not using real names or naming the company that I have worked for but I am being as honest as I can.
Update,
Because of real life and how the world has changed I will add a foot note this book does contain swearing in certain chapters.
I will be adding a chapter in memory of my friends that have passed towards the end of this book there are so many of them I am unable to ignore them and if this book ends up being published properly then it will be dedicated to those that have left my side.
Enjoy xx
This is a first daft and has not been proof read so I do apologize for any mistakes in grammar and spellings xx
The book cover is made from a photograph taken by Steve Few. Thank you Steve for letting me use your photo.
This story and all it's content are mine and mine alone and it's my story it is copy right to me and no one has been allowed to publish without my consent.
Kindest regards Charlotte Worden.
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