The night bus story
reminds me of the day I just moved to Manor House, one of my friend was celbrating his 30th birthday in Brixton that evening, after drinks at his place, we went to the fridge, and then decided to go home with a couple of people living not far from my new address, at this stage, i had my shoes in my hands as I couldn't walk in them any more Anyway, we got to Trafalgar Square where we had to change bus. We thought we'd get on the same bus but since there was one going there way, I told them to jump on it and that I'd be fine making my way home. So off they went, 5 minutes later my bus turned up, I sat downstairs, shoes still in my hands, I must have fallen asleep pretty much straight away because the next thing I know, I'm woken up and decide to get off the bus. All i can see around me is a car park (not good) and a Waitrose trolley. I put my thinking cap on and decide I am in Holloway since there is such a supermarket there and start walking barefoot, until I realise that there is too much greenery and shrubs for it to be Holloway but you never know, as I'm quite new to that part of town maybe I'll recognise something. I keep walking and finally see to lads and decide to ask where I am, turns out I'm in Enfield (did not even know this place existed, or where it was), and they give me directions to the nearest cab office. I have learned my lesson, no more drunken outings on public transport.
(albator, Fri 19 Mar 2004, 13:09, Reply)