The 192 - Shameless on Wheels
The 192 runs from Manchester Piccadilly to Stockport and is often referred to as the "Danger Bus".

For 6 months this bus made me laugh, wince and also shit myself...

Early hours of Saturday morning, I'm drunk and the bus has managed to get through Longsight without being held up by low life copper chained gangsters. You enter Levenshulme and shit has gone down and the bus needs to take an alternative route, the only problem is the polish driver doesn't have a clue where to go, this route is a straight line from Manc - Stockport...

This was a drunken solo journey and I felt obliged to help the driver,without actually having a clue where to go... 6 cul-de-sacs later and the bus driver lost faith, almost in tears he decides enough is enough! He takes a handful of coins from bus till and does one leaving the engine running...

At this point the whole bus looks at me, they've lost faith in their co-pilot, I'm actually scared by some of the looks I'm getting. As an aside there's also a fat irish woman with her belly and tits hanging all over the place arguing with a tramp, she thinks she's kicking his bag, as it turns out it belongs to a guy who has returned from his travels, he's too scared to even argue with the Irish Tyson!

At this point, I shout out "Is there anybody here that can drive a bus?" In my head I felt like Samuel Jackson in Snakes on a Plane "Lets open some motherfuckin windows"... It felt like I was taking strong decisive action...

No-one volunteers, and infact everybody at this point starts to depart from the bus, news has filtered through to the Blazin Squad on the top of the bus that the driver has fucked off, they take all the fares and run off into the night.

At this point there's a few people lurking about outside, and I'm sat on the entrance step of the bus...feeling more sober by this point, I had a wave of Jack Bauer come over me, and I felt I could do whatever it takes to get me home asap.

I walk back on the bus and the radio are asking for our location, I jump on the radio (as the driver) and report that all passengers have departed due to incident in Levenshulme and that I'm on route back to Manchester. This was of course to throw them of my scent.

The next morning I woke up around 9.30am, I opened the blinds to discover the 192 parked up outside my flat. I absolutely cacked my pants!!! I left the flat immediately and returned to parents house for the rest of the weekend!

Looking back it was probably the best 192 journey I've ever had!
(bernsteen waste of skin, Tue 30 Jun 2009, 12:59, 6 replies)

ohhh...this is a good one...
...even if it a little late. new poster rules, I guess.

*clicky*
(tb2571989 dies at precisely, Tue 30 Jun 2009, 13:02, closed)

its fun fun fun
all the way home!
( SpikeyPickle wishes he was mabazaritchie, Tue 30 Jun 2009, 13:10, closed)

Haha!

( whenanimalsattackhumans clad in global hypercolour, Tue 30 Jun 2009, 16:26, closed)

HAHA
"Bus'ted."


*goes home*
(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Tue 30 Jun 2009, 21:30, closed)

This deserves to win
if it's true... POIDH

Optimistic *click*
( chart cat has an itch, Wed 1 Jul 2009, 3:49, closed)

Ha!!!
This is fucking mental and I LOVE it!!! Nice one, mate! *click*
( SpankyHanky, Thu 2 Jul 2009, 13:27, closed)