dura72
Well-Known Member
whata fuckin trek the day was, got to bus stands and spotted semi-retarded distant relative so unwilling to add further pain to already undesireable journey i popped the earfones in and stared into the middle distance, he gets on the bus before me and i manages to sneak past and go further up the bus. then karma decides its payback and lo and behold a flock of teenage harpies descends and perches uponthe back seat about 4 feet away from moi,time to turn the mp3 player thinks i, unfortunately songs dont tend to last 45 mins so every so often i can hear their noise, not individual words more a sort of dodgy wheel bearing kinda sound, only one thing should come out a teenage girls mouth and it dont tend to make a noise( although it can create one...work it out). gets off the bus and round to burroo monkey office, 20 mins of being patronized at and then im off. back at bus stands decides ive got 45mins so ahll have a wee smoke up the steps at the end, returns to watch in misery as the cumnock bus heads out. bollocks. sits down and waits , has look around, fuck me if Greggs ever starts giving out Airmiles with pasties half these cunts could fly tae the fuckin moon. eventually my return bus arrives and with sinking heart i realise the driver is the same clown as brought me , he looks about 12 and gives the impression the last thing he drove had 3 wheels and peddles, as to his driving style lets just say the fare should have been paid in mexican pesos. the bus is fuckin crammed and off we go whilst Sanchez pops his clutch at every gear change and brakes with both feet. the bus is mobbed and very warm, its at this point i realise im sooooo glad ive been heavily hitting coke for a few years as it destroyed my sense of smell. lookin about i realise that sum1 seems to have left the gates at Area 51 mutant research facility open and theyve all bolted, christ half look like they've been stripped naked ,covered in super glue and kicked thru a fuckin charity shop before they got on, the other half have obviously lost there hair straightners/dryers/mirrors/eye-sight/self awareness/self respect....im losing my will to live ....sanchez miguel jolts to a halt almost removing the need from me to actually walk to the door....and im out . big thanks to joe strummer and co. without who's help i'd be either dribbling gently and rocking back and forth or looking at multiple life sentences.
lv the bold big pink writing (looks mint lol) it suites you 