I went on a coach trip once...
Many years ago, I was having a bit of a long-distance relationship. My girlfriend phoned me one night and told me she'd booked us a holiday. Yay!

My excitement was tempered somewhat when I found out that it was a coach trip around the Isle of Wight.
In November.
Anyway, it meant some time together, and at least if I wasn't driving I'd be able to have a few beers and not have to worry.

That was the plan, anyway: it didn't quite work out like that, mainly because we never stopped anywhere long enough to find a pub: and when we did, what with it being November, everything was closed, so no beer for Prof.

Despite that, we did actually have a nice week; as I've already mentioned it was nice to get away together.
Fuck me though, the other passengers were a pain in the arse: mine and my girlfriend's combined ages were less than any one other passenger, and my god could they moan! We were always the last to get on the bus, and would get all manner of dirty looks and mutters, even though we were still on time; we just hadn't got on the bus 20 minutes early like everyone else.

Worst of all though, the woman who sat in front of us on the bus had a really annoying habit of getting a paper every morning, then reading it from front to back, then from back to front. This on its own would be fine, but she didn't bother folding the pages properly. By the time she finished she just had a big ball of rustling newsprint. Even now, just the thought of it has my jaw tightening and my heart rate increasing, it drove me mad every day!



/length (but it would have been even longer if she'd folded it properly)
(Professor Kenny Martin Hmm? What?, Tue 30 Jun 2009, 10:16, Reply)