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crawl under the sticks, back flip over the wheely shopping bags and drag yourself up the stairs through the smell of out of date perfume and cat pee...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!!