The delights of Croydon
If you have been out and about in South London, most notably Croydon, you will be aware of the fact that you take your life into your hands when you step onto some Croydon buses.

One such day, I got onto a bus and sat upstairs. I heard some commotion downstairs, and we weren't moving. I thought it was just the normality of someone shouting at the bus driver so I stayed put. After 5-10 minutes had passed, I decided to be nosy and go downstairs.

I was greeted with the sight of a shaken young lady who had been covered with Fanta by a couple of resident chavs, who had since legged it off the bus.

She claimed to have been so shaken because she thought at first that it was acid. A slight over-reaction I thought, but it turned out that she had a baby with her; so I could just about understand her alarm. It was then made clear that the woman had called the police, which would delay the bus for a further 10-20 minutes because the bus driver was a witness.

Being the lazy bastard that I am, I decided to stay on the bus sitting at the back. There were two old ladies in the seats in front of me, talking quite loudly about how angry they were that the bus wouldn't be moving for a little while longer. This carried on for the whole while, and they even persisted when the police officers were taking statements.

To my surprise, one of the police officers (A very tall bloke) started talking to the old ladies like they were little girls; saying that "It's because of people like you that the country's in the state it's in". The old ladies didn't say a word after that.

It was quite surreal.

On another note, I've had a glass bottle thrown out of the top floor of a bus by some chavs at me, which literally missed me by inches.

Croydon's great.
(Purple_Monkey_Jingles Purple Monkeys need love too, Thu 25 Jun 2009, 14:14, Reply)