Hmm...
I have several.

Scariest: a terrifying Manchester bus driver (good old UK North) when on a night out. He decided that 60mph (I was stood near the front and could read the speedo) was a good idea up Oxford Road. Bear in mind that I'm stood out of necessity, the bus was packed, and consequently lent over alarmingly round the bends down near Owens Park. I've not been that fast along there before or since.

Most uncomfortable: going on the Tube sometime between 7/7 and the botched 21/7 bombings. I was off up north visiting people for a few days and using the Tube to transfer between stations, so I had a large rucksack on my back. The carriage parted like the Red Sea.

Funniest: Sat on top of a particular blue bus in Manchester, with a gang of chavs on the top deck at the back smoking weed. Somebody had obviously reported them, as at one stop several Policemen got on and came upstairs. Typical Manc wit from a copper: "Come on lads, I know this is the Magic Bus, but you're taking the piss!"

Biggest sense of relief: Traveling on a Virgin train, one of the flash Pendolino tilting ones. I dropped an enormous turd in the train toilet, curled round and getting on for as thick as a Yule Log. When I got up to flush, I realised it was in an airline-style, dry plastic bowl with a hole the size of a golf ball. What made it worse was pressing the button to flush it, nothing happened for several seconds. I was briefly mortified at the thought of it being broken and leaving such a monstrosity there, but luckily it did flush. It's quite amazing what you can fit down those toilets...
( mr_wicksy is.... old., Thu 29 May 2008, 22:13, Reply)