The 10A Bus - There's One From The Vault (inspired by Panteneman)...
...ah, yet another fond memory of my pissant hometown. I can back you up 100percent with how terrible that journey could be. I used to live in Thatto myself for a few years y'see, but I was one of the bigger ones who beat the brick-throwing little cunts with planks (hey, they just got too cheeky sometimes and they needed telling) rather than being a brick-thrower myself.

I remember the last time I travelled to Liverpool on the 10A with the then-GF years ago on the way to see some poncey manufactured PWL shower of shit 'perform live' - her idea. As we neared the future City of Culture*, there was a disagreement between some poor herbert and a bunch of standard-spec chav retards at the back and predictably, he got the crap beaten out of him and then back in again. It pained me to sit there and let it happen, but as the GF quite rightly pointed out, my intervention would not have altered the herbert's fate in the slightest - I would have simply shared in it, and maybe she would too as they had a handful of thier poundshop-attired, sallow-eyed bitches in tow, shrilly egging them on. This was a lesson the driver had apparently already learned, seeing as he didn't even look in thier general direction once.

From that day on, the GF insisted we got the train which wasn't always better (some kids once hit the windows with a catapult, shattering them and cutting some bloke's face with the shrapnel), but it was an easy ride more often than the 10A. I've since left St Helens for a locale where the population's red cells don't outnumber neurons, so I've never revisitied the rollercoaster crash that is travelling on the 10A. Not gutted.

I've travelled courtesy of Ogden's a few times too, who seemingly bought all thier vehicles second-hand in the late 60's and have never looked back - read 'back' as in 'back at the passenger area to see how minging and generally shit those things are'. In fact, I was in the same class at school as Mr Ogden's son. Evidently Big O spent as much on his kids as he did on his coaches - my folks were on the dole throughout my high school years and even I was better dressed than Little O. I would've been gutted in his position - my folks had fuck-all to spend so at least I had an excuse. Don't be too hard on Blackpool though - granted, the lights are a total waste of time and interesting only to those whose birth predates the invention of the electric lightbulb, but a good time can be had in the day or night provided you know where to avoid.

* Incidentally can someone tell me how, no but really, HOW THE FUCK did that happen? Do you know the guy who masterminded that is re-jigging the CSA now? Batman Dad and his peers are fucked.
(thatblokeoverthere not quite as much an arsehole as I thought, Tue 12 Sep 2006, 9:50, Reply)