Brixton!
Heading south along the high street of this merry hole celebrated cultural melting pot, a delightful skank of a woman boarded the bus with her buggy and baby strapped thereto, and annexed the buggy/wheelchair area.

Two stops later a man in a scooter sought to board the bus, and the driver duly lowered the ramp. Now I don't know if this is actually written down, but apparently wheelchair/scooter trumps buggy/pram for the hallowed yellow space, which the driver very politely asked Ms. Charm 2008 to vacate. Naturally, she told him get to fuck, and five minutes later there was a shouting match between the two of them, three kids at the back of the top deck shouting "Why Are We Waiting?" and general merriment.

Clearly beaten down by the unrelenting stupidity and vitriol of dole-for-brains, the driver turned to laughing scooter-man, shrugged, apologised and went back to driving the bus.

The traffic that day was pretty claggy.

The guy in the scooter, grinning from ear to ear, followed us from stop to stop, trying to get on each time, and all the while building up a small band of 'supporters', and making the harridan more and more defensive and angry.

All the way to Waterloo station...
(Good old boy just like yer grandma!, Fri 26 Jun 2009, 21:50, Reply)