Blue2112 said:
Used to be great coming out of Jillys at two in the morning with all the metal fans on one side whilst Rotters opened its doors with all the wideboys on the other. Getting the late bus home was always mental. The amount of times it kicked off and the bus had to pull over, could take hours to get a few miles up the road. The amount of times Ive seen pissed up lads going toe to toe at some unearthly godforsaken hour of the morning over sweet fuck all.
Hey now you've started another one with the all night buses. Brilliant days.
I got on one once that was absolutely packed. Some real dickheads around so when this old bird got on and sat next to me I thought great, safe with this. She then kept passing out and falling all over me.
The guy behind me was throwing up and this woman dropped her money in the puddle of vomit under the seat. Then further down the route after the sick guy had got off, two lads came and sat behind me. One of them starts picking all the coins out of the pool of sick while his mate is slagging him off. Meanwhile the old bird is unconscious leaning on me.
The guard comes round for fares, I pay mine and the cheeky git says "that's not enough, what about your Mum". Told him she's not with me and he just walks off without offering to help or anything. Yep the god old days :-)