Top Deck Suffocation...

Nothing worse than climbing the stairs to the top deck to hit a wall of heat... First thing I do now is open a window before I take a seat. This frequently gains me dirty looks and muttered comments from those happy to die of hyperthermia in a pool of their own sweat...
Sat opposite a father and son today, the father is pro hyperthermia apparently. As I sit here I can hear his son complaining of the heat and a sore head. His father stops all the poor boy's attempts to open a window.
As I'm not a fan of seeing children pass out... I got up and opened two... :-D
The smile from the little boy was worth the dirty look from the father.

Noise Control...

So everyone has a mobile phone these days... I'm blogging from one right now. But when did they become loud speakers??

Currently sat behind one of the most obnoxious kind of phone user... The 'I use loud speaker for every phone call' guy... Not only do you hear his shouted side of the conversation but also the distorted man in space on the other end.

It makes you wonder what kind of landline phone this guy grew up with... Hand held radios perhaps??

Well apparently he's getting off work for an hour and his house has off road parking space... Now wasn't that so interesting that you couldn't bear to live without knowing it?

The Pensioners on the Bus go...

Well they don't queue for a bloody start! You would think that as the older generation of British society they would have it down by now. We British don't have much going for us... We're pasty, grumpy and have a sense of humour that no one else in the world can understand; but we can queue. Queue with silent dignity for hours on end...

Unless, apparently, you're a pensioner at a bus stop. Then it's walking sticks and false teeth at high noon!

And don't even get me started about when you're on the bus! When you've crawled your way from the back of the queue and you're on the bus, then begins the assault course. Commando crawl under the sticks, back flip over the wheely shopping bags and drag yourself up the stairs through the smell of out of date perfume and cat pee... Your prize: the back seat.


Separate bus for the over 60s please!!

Early Morning Pick Me Up...

For many people the choice of morning drink is tea or coffee... For this man... It's alcopops.

Sat quietly, on at the back on the top deck, reading yesterday's newspapers he makes his way through a jangling bag of multicoloured poison at nine in the morning.In comparison I sit reading Mansfield Park thinking I'm being daring by allowing myself an extra sugar in my tea.

WHAT A REBEL !

Men are like buses...

If the old adage were true and men really were like buses then we would no longer have to worry about the world's over population. It appears there are no buses!! And judging by the wide variety in the queue the gene pool would be better off...

I'm cold...

Teenagers...

Why stand in the bus stop when it's sleeting wearing t shirt and leggings, sneakers and no socks and a parka jacket with the hood up but not zipped up moaning it's cold?!?!?!?

INTELLIGENCE RIGHT THERE.