A very long time ago now or so it seems my husband and I had an infant boy.
The infant boy and I would go for long, long walks as that was the only way that I could find to stop him crying. During these walks I would observe that there were moments of calm when a motor vehicle rumbled past. At certain times the moments of calm would be interspersed with full body vibrations to match the deep baritone of a single decker bus. It was as if Barry White had transmogrified in to a vehicle and trundled past in a kaftan.
My infant boy is now my 8 year old son who LOVES buses regardless of colour or country of origin.
He loves Clapham London omnibus buses
and wonderful wooden traditionally correct yellow school buses
For a long time now my husband and I (but mostly me) have been concerned by the fact that my son has not yet had a Proper Birthday Party. A PBP if you like.
Having not had a PBP for 8 years I determined that this year we would give the Noisy Boy a party to remember. It would be big in the bus department.
We had the very place in mind.
The Sydney Bus Museum used to be located in tram sheds in Tempe south of Sydney. Somewhere in time the museum moved to Leichardt around about the time that the organisation porn emporium known as IKEA moved in.
Now the Museum has received development approval to open as a museum again but the opening time has been pushed forward from late 2011 to possibly sometime in 2012-ish.
I found this out by speaking to a lovely chap called David Bennett who is the Marketing and PR Manager of the Sydney Bus Museum. When I explained over the phone just how much my son loved buses I could feel a kindred spirit energy sizzle through my iPhone. “I’ve always loved buses” he said “we aren’t officially open but if your son wants to come along and have a look, I am happy to show him around”.
Have you ever wanted to burst into tears all over/hug someone whom you have never met?
For more information on the Sydney Bus Museum click here