Birmingham, 1977.
I was a student there and took frequent advantage of the cheap night bus. One night I will remember forever was when we had got as far as the Irish Club in King's Heath. A young chap got on the bus and came upstairs. He walked halfway down the bus and proceeded to punch his way through the roof of the bus. His hand was pretty much mangled to hell by the time he'd finished. I was shitting myself in case it was my turn next. Then comes the real weirdness: He looked at me with a huge shit kicking grin and said "That feels better! Gisa hand wrapping this up will you?" He took his t-shirt off and ripped it into strips using his good hand and his teeth. I managed to bind his hand up pretty well (ex St. Johns Ambulance me, eat your heart out) and he was so pleased he gave me a fiver and a half finished bottle of Guinness. We had a pleasant chat then he got off. Strange.
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Thu 25 Jun 2009, 18:11, 2 replies)

Bargain!
I'd PAY to see a man punch his way through a bus.
(Poodles! MCCCXXXVII, Thu 25 Jun 2009, 18:24, closed)

^
This.
(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Thu 25 Jun 2009, 21:33, closed)