Over the past week or so I have taken several buses to various places.
I have experienced foul-mouthed tirades, suffered smells that not even a dog could create and found things that one should never find on a means of public transport (to-wit, one used condom).
My fascination with bus travel began after I read some articles on Peggy's blog.
I discovered that people watching on a bus can produce an almost unlimited supply of blog material which I now endeavour to utilise at every available opportunity.
So let us start from the beginning. Try and keep up, because I don't have long. You ready?
Let's go!
Firstly, there was the tirade I spoke of.
It occurred only moments after Andy Griffith (Matlock) boarded the bus.
Now, when I say 'Andy Griffith boarded the bus', you do realise that I mean a look-alike, don't you?
I do not see dead people!
Anyway, he got on and the first thing he did was to open a window, before taking a seat next to Roy Orbison (ditto the look-alike bit). It was a cold day and the rush of cold air through the bus caused a bit of a stir.
It took a little over a minute before the recumbent figure in pink jerked awake, stomped down the bus and slammed the window shut.
The figure in pink was female. Her lower lip was pierced and ringed. Her hair dark and matted and seemed to be partially dread-locked.
She mumbled.
"Mmnff bukkin mmmmnff window! Bastard!"
Andy, being Andy, got up and opened it again.
From the lady (and I use the term loosely) in pink came "Ya fuggin ar'so! Fink ya fuggin own da fuggin bus, ya twad! Jeez! Mmnnfff nmmmft pffft, unt!"
The mumbling, interspersed with a liberal sprinkling of colourful language, continued until the next stop, whereupon the driver got out of his seat and approached the lady (still very,very loose) in pink.
He warned her that he wouldn't tolerate her abusing the other passengers and she should behave herself,at which point Andy Griffith piped up "Kick the {insert word sound like Duck}ing {insert word sounds like Hunt} off the (Duck word again) bus!"
I should point out at this point that Roy Orbison sat quietly and took no part in the exchange.
To cut a long story short, Andy and the lady (loose, remember) in pink were ejected and we proceeded on our journey.
Sadly no other celebrity look-alike's boarded the bus, but I do believe we drove past the Fish & Chip shop where Elvis works!
As for the smells and mislaid item's ... let's just say they were memorable for all the wrong reasons!
R.I.P.And and Roy!
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This blog was originally started as a thread on the forum pages of an animal rescue site. Now it's here!
The articles you find in here are purely for entertainment (yours and mine) and (with one or two exceptions) are all tongue-in-cheek chronicles of the World (my bit, anyway) as I see it.
No disrespect is intended towards anyone unless I make a mistake and make it too obvious.
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Friday, 19 October 2012
Celeb's on a Bus
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