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I'm sitting behind Walter.
At least, I think he's called Walter, he used to be in my brother's year in school, so he's a couple of years older than I am. I always thought he
looked like a fish, with his bulbous eyes. Apparently he had some kind of
health problems, or something.
Walter smells a bit.
I look around to see if there's another spare seat, but there doesn't seem
to be. I'll just have to breathe through my mouth. He doesn't smell that
bad, but it's quite an enclosed space we're in, here on the bus.
Who else is on today then?
Ah! It's Harry Potter! Not the real HP, obviously, that would be stupid, but someone that looks like a grown up Harry Potter. He wears similarly shaped glasses, the same colour coat, a scarf, and his hair is quite Potter-esque. Not the Harry Potter from the films, he looks a bit beaky, but the Harry Potter from the front of the books, that's who this bloke looks like.
There are a couple of people talking to each other in front of me, one
sitting behind the other. She could well be his mother, sister or lover, I
haven't figured it out yet. Possibly none, but surely not all three,
actually I'm not sure that's possible. I can't work out how old she is.
She's quite large, and has awful hair. She has no fashion sense at all,
making it incredibly difficult to judge.
Although I'm looking at them, I'm not able to take in any of their
conversation whatsoever, even though I can hear it clearly. It's not meant
for me, I guess, and I'm not taking it in. She seems to be quite flirtatious towards him. I can only see the back of his head though, so I really don't know how he feels about this.
Another woman has got on the bus, and she's talking to this woman now. She's older, 50 - 60. I figure the two that were speaking earlier are neither related or seeing each other, but they probably live close, and know each other that way.
Further forward I can hear two elderly ladies talking to each other. One of them, the one with the more annoying voice, is doing most of the talking. She's wearing an awful green hat. I can imagine that her face is rather weather-beaten too, even though I can't see it. The other woman seems to be able to dress more normally, and even though her hair is grey, it's well kept. She felt no need to wear a hat that smacks of insanity, like her loud 'friend'.
I have the feeling that these two have been thrown together a little, as
they don't seem like the most natural of friends. Perhaps they had a mutual friend they used to travel into town to shop with, but she has now passed away, or is no longer fit to go shopping, especially in such weather. It seems to me that the posher of the two, (the one without the hat) feels sorry for the other, and keeps going into town with her out of sympathy.
When she smiles, and nods politely, I can almost see spite in her face. She certainly seems to be biting her lip a little. Maybe they're related by marriage or something, she married her brother, so they do stuff together, or something like that. I can read her thoughts "Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up!"
Sitting across the way, on his own if a young lad, well, younger than me, in a puffy jacket and woolly hat. Can I read his thoughts?
"Oomph, oomph, oomph, oomph"
Possibly he's the sort that sits on the bus listening to awful dance music, with incredibly loud bass. I see no headphones though.
He's gazing out of the window.
Maybe I was wrong, perhaps he's wearing the puffy jacket for warmth, and
after all it's cold today, really cold. No wonder Walter smells, you have to dress up warmly to cope with the cold, but when you go into a shop, you find that they have the heaters on full blast, in all of your layers, you start to sweat.
Mind you, Walter's the only one I can smell at the moment.
Who else is on this afternoon?
Madam Rat's Teeth is there, she only just got on the bus in time, so she's
sitting with one cheek hanging off the seat. She looks round, and her sharp little teeth flash. Scary woman.
I can't see the timid lady with the mustard coat. She used to have a red
coat, exactly the same style, but she replaced it at some point during the
year.
The bus. Full of people. Some see each other every day, for this awful
journey. Most sit in silence, sometimes nodding at a familiar face, but to
talk to them? That would be ridiculous, they could be crazy, and ride the
bus all day long, waiting to leech onto an unsuspecting victim, and breathe their stench over them, fill their heads full of nutter speak, and follow
them home in the dark.
Sit and wait. You are approaching your stop. Thank the driver, and pray that tomorrow it will arrive on time.
At least, I think he's called Walter, he used to be in my brother's year in school, so he's a couple of years older than I am. I always thought he
looked like a fish, with his bulbous eyes. Apparently he had some kind of
health problems, or something.
Walter smells a bit.
I look around to see if there's another spare seat, but there doesn't seem
to be. I'll just have to breathe through my mouth. He doesn't smell that
bad, but it's quite an enclosed space we're in, here on the bus.
Who else is on today then?
Ah! It's Harry Potter! Not the real HP, obviously, that would be stupid, but someone that looks like a grown up Harry Potter. He wears similarly shaped glasses, the same colour coat, a scarf, and his hair is quite Potter-esque. Not the Harry Potter from the films, he looks a bit beaky, but the Harry Potter from the front of the books, that's who this bloke looks like.
There are a couple of people talking to each other in front of me, one
sitting behind the other. She could well be his mother, sister or lover, I
haven't figured it out yet. Possibly none, but surely not all three,
actually I'm not sure that's possible. I can't work out how old she is.
She's quite large, and has awful hair. She has no fashion sense at all,
making it incredibly difficult to judge.
Although I'm looking at them, I'm not able to take in any of their
conversation whatsoever, even though I can hear it clearly. It's not meant
for me, I guess, and I'm not taking it in. She seems to be quite flirtatious towards him. I can only see the back of his head though, so I really don't know how he feels about this.
Another woman has got on the bus, and she's talking to this woman now. She's older, 50 - 60. I figure the two that were speaking earlier are neither related or seeing each other, but they probably live close, and know each other that way.
Further forward I can hear two elderly ladies talking to each other. One of them, the one with the more annoying voice, is doing most of the talking. She's wearing an awful green hat. I can imagine that her face is rather weather-beaten too, even though I can't see it. The other woman seems to be able to dress more normally, and even though her hair is grey, it's well kept. She felt no need to wear a hat that smacks of insanity, like her loud 'friend'.
I have the feeling that these two have been thrown together a little, as
they don't seem like the most natural of friends. Perhaps they had a mutual friend they used to travel into town to shop with, but she has now passed away, or is no longer fit to go shopping, especially in such weather. It seems to me that the posher of the two, (the one without the hat) feels sorry for the other, and keeps going into town with her out of sympathy.
When she smiles, and nods politely, I can almost see spite in her face. She certainly seems to be biting her lip a little. Maybe they're related by marriage or something, she married her brother, so they do stuff together, or something like that. I can read her thoughts "Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up!"
Sitting across the way, on his own if a young lad, well, younger than me, in a puffy jacket and woolly hat. Can I read his thoughts?
"Oomph, oomph, oomph, oomph"
Possibly he's the sort that sits on the bus listening to awful dance music, with incredibly loud bass. I see no headphones though.
He's gazing out of the window.
Maybe I was wrong, perhaps he's wearing the puffy jacket for warmth, and
after all it's cold today, really cold. No wonder Walter smells, you have to dress up warmly to cope with the cold, but when you go into a shop, you find that they have the heaters on full blast, in all of your layers, you start to sweat.
Mind you, Walter's the only one I can smell at the moment.
Who else is on this afternoon?
Madam Rat's Teeth is there, she only just got on the bus in time, so she's
sitting with one cheek hanging off the seat. She looks round, and her sharp little teeth flash. Scary woman.
I can't see the timid lady with the mustard coat. She used to have a red
coat, exactly the same style, but she replaced it at some point during the
year.
The bus. Full of people. Some see each other every day, for this awful
journey. Most sit in silence, sometimes nodding at a familiar face, but to
talk to them? That would be ridiculous, they could be crazy, and ride the
bus all day long, waiting to leech onto an unsuspecting victim, and breathe their stench over them, fill their heads full of nutter speak, and follow
them home in the dark.
Sit and wait. You are approaching your stop. Thank the driver, and pray that tomorrow it will arrive on time.
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Yeah righto.
Moron
"moving in next door is going to make the place look like a ####hole"
Stupid. Racist. Indicative of low-intelligence as well as tolerance and marks you out as a narrow-minded bigot.
Whether your Uncle is black or not is immaterial.
Stupid. Racist. Indicative of low-intelligence as well as tolerance and marks you out as a narrow-minded bigot.
Whether your Uncle is black or not is immaterial.
Paranoid Idiot wrote:
> Lol, I hate them too. Some are moving next door to me in a few weeks
> time. It's gonna make my house look liek a sh** hole. :(
Jesus Christ. I was being sarcastic you eejit. If your house looks like a ####hole then it's YOUR fault not your neighbour's.
What is the point?
> Lol, I hate them too. Some are moving next door to me in a few weeks
> time. It's gonna make my house look liek a sh** hole. :(
Jesus Christ. I was being sarcastic you eejit. If your house looks like a ####hole then it's YOUR fault not your neighbour's.
What is the point?
Nice to see we have a lot of racists here...
Lol, I hate them too. Some are moving next door to me in a few weeks time. It's gonna make my house look liek a sh** hole. :(
Refugees, eh? Coming over here, taking our jobs, stealing our women, sitting on our buses...it makes you sick.
Hate it when the bus is packed.
In the morning, I catch the bus to work and always sit at the top of the bus because there are very little seats at the bottom. At the top of the bus, there are a few people playing their music really loud and a few refugees that sit there, who always try to stare you out for some reason (well I think they are anyway).
Then after about 5 or 6 stops, the bus gets really packed, and when my stop comes, I have to get through all of the people on the bus, which sometimes gets on my nerves. I always say thanks to the driver.
In the morning, I catch the bus to work and always sit at the top of the bus because there are very little seats at the bottom. At the top of the bus, there are a few people playing their music really loud and a few refugees that sit there, who always try to stare you out for some reason (well I think they are anyway).
Then after about 5 or 6 stops, the bus gets really packed, and when my stop comes, I have to get through all of the people on the bus, which sometimes gets on my nerves. I always say thanks to the driver.
I always thank the bus driver, sometimes they thank you back. What a nice world we live in.
My mates were on the 38 to the John Marley Centre, and were sat upstairs when a trampy looking 20-odd year old lass got on, sat behind them and threw up three or four times, before getting off. The sick was running down the aisles. Nice.
Even funnier, when we were all on the bus going back, it was the same 38, so we sat downstairs and laughed at everyone who went up, screamed at the stench and came back down. Classic
My mates were on the 38 to the John Marley Centre, and were sat upstairs when a trampy looking 20-odd year old lass got on, sat behind them and threw up three or four times, before getting off. The sick was running down the aisles. Nice.
Even funnier, when we were all on the bus going back, it was the same 38, so we sat downstairs and laughed at everyone who went up, screamed at the stench and came back down. Classic
I always thank the bus driver, because I'm nice.
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