In the absence of any video or live footage for the sublime ‘Cherry Blossom Clinic Revisited’ this week’s The Move moment is the perennial psych-pop classic ‘Flowers in the Rain’ from their 1968 self-titled debut album. Belter.

Incidentally, The Move come from Jeffman’s hometown of Birmingham, and if you take a swift peek at their original singer, Carl Wayne, sat their on his little stool, you’ll see he has the look about him of a bloke that’s just come off the track at Longbridge.

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If, like me, you experience on a daily basis the displeasure that is public transport then you’ll already know where Jeffman’s coming from.

There are those less charitable than my good self that might say the problem with public transport is that they let the public use it…

Well. There was a time, in some long-forgotten and rose-tinted past, when buses were exciting. Yes, you read that right, exciting.

Now before you dismiss this as the half-cut ramblings of some toothless, retarded deviant with an unhealthy bus fetish, who bolstered by a Methuselah of rum has decided it’s time to make his very own public confession of a sordid  past of bus-based self abuse, allow me a moment to explain.

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