Alky Vs Bus
Mid eighties, i was standing at the front of a double decker bus, waiting to get off. I am standing beside the driver and in front of the massive panoramic windscreen. The bus is approaching the bus stop and is therefore going really very slow, but going nonetheless. All of a sudden from the right a middle aged alcoholic appears, face ruddy with drink. He obviously decided that this is the bus he should be getting and runs right in front of it and towards it. The bus is still lumbering along, probably about walking speed when the stupid old drunks face collided with the windscreen, directly in front of me. The look of surprise and fear only inches away from me was simultaneously terrifying and hilarious.

He went down like a sack of shit and fair battered his head on the road. I get off and stand watching as two people with shopping bags go and scrape him up, they seem to know him. Hilarity soon turned to something a bit more sad as one of the woman reaches into her shopping and takes out a six pack of potato scones, she puts them in his pocket and says to her friend..

"He's had nothing tay eat aw day, he'll wake up later and find these, hopefully he'll eat them afore going back oot on the bevvy", and with that they bundled him into a taxi.

It was like something out of a Mike Leigh film, misery, defeat, pain and kindness all in the space of 60 seconds.
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 16:05, Reply)