Fucking scousers.
I'm at a wedding at Rookery Hall in Nantwich, beautiful place, lovely setting.
The couple getting married laid on a London red bus, the good old routemaster, to take us from the venue to the church, only literally round the corner.
So me n the Mrs are sat on the top deck, thinking we're going to have a great day when, what I can only describe as fucking cunts, get on the bus, straight upstairs and sit behind us.
Fuckin ay, fuckin lad, fuckin boss, fuckin sound for the next 5mins accompanied by the feeling of wanting them to clear their throat.
Horrible scouse cunts.