
Epic tales of the thumb, the open road and getting robbed by hairy-arsed truck drivers. Alternatively, travelling for free like a dreadful fare-jumping cheat. Confess.
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( , Thu 21 Aug 2014, 13:34)
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And I really doubt a bus driver wouldn't have a look in the mirrors before locking up. I think your 'friend' has been exaggerating somewhat.
( , Fri 22 Aug 2014, 13:43, 3 replies)

Also, the chances of him going to sleep on the 192 and not having his shoes, his wallet, and possibly a kidney stolen are pretty minimal.
( , Fri 22 Aug 2014, 14:15, closed)

there was a weird mental bloke who played a plastic flute for money up and down the route sometimes. you'd see him in stockport town centre as well.
( , Fri 22 Aug 2014, 14:21, closed)

first it'd be a pretty unimpressive thing to lie about, and secondly, if you met the guy, he just doesn't have the imagination to make anything up. and he was on the floor under the seats. i think you may be overestimating how much of a fuck bus drivers give about stupid people that may have ended up there.
anyway, who cares? it's a pointless anecdote, not a booker prize winner.
( , Fri 22 Aug 2014, 14:20, closed)

...it was pretty routine in Central Trains days to lob Peterborough fare-dodgers off at Manea.
( , Fri 22 Aug 2014, 15:47, closed)
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