Back when I was severely broke, I used to make a living washing pots in a pub kitchen.
Although it was 10 minutes away on public transport, I would often walk home at night instead of freezing my bollocks of waiting up to an hour for a bus that didn't even turn up most of the time - it was about an hour away on foot.

The last mile and a half of that walk was uphill nearly all the way. At the start of the hill there was a section of completely deserted road with no houses, fields, nothing; naturally, on a Sunday night it was deader than the Barnsley Young Conservatives' Club. If I was particularly tired or bored I would flamboyantly mince all the way up this road in time to my own cheerful rendition of Rihanna's "Disturbia" - "dum dum, de-dum, dum dum, de-dum dum!" - until I became too exhausted to continue or collapsed laughing.
( The Mock TurtIe ™ --- Thinks you are a cunt, on, Fri 28 Jan 2011, 0:16, 2 replies)

I like this
it made me smile :)
( camp freddy well, would you look at that!, Fri 28 Jan 2011, 8:16, closed)

Ha
Had to click just for the line "it was deader than the Barnsley Young Conservatives' Club".
(mon bison powered by magnets, Fri 28 Jan 2011, 14:05, closed)