The road to hell isn't the M25 as suggested by Chris Rea, today it was the 313 bus from Wednesbury to Walsall.
As we (the passengers got on), there was a line of people me included, as some fat chav slag stood in the aisle and keyed in a text. Bus lurched into motion and we all hung on whilst she finished.
I sat down and immediately the older woman sitting in the fold down seat adjacent to me, who had a young fat daughter next to her and there were two small children in buggies the size of Fiats, one black one white (the kids not the Fiats).
Older woman was obviously the grandmother, ruff as fuck with a fucking bolt through her face. Another daghter Leanne, was at the back of the bus. She deafened me, shouting her stuff to Leanne.
Part way into the journey, the little girl in one of the Fiats started misbehaving a little. The grandmother gave it a thump pushing it back into it's Fiat.
It started screeching like a banshee with a thornbush up its arse.
When things calmed down a bit, I learned two new swear words along with the ones I use in this article.
These were bandied along the length of a packed bus at high volume between grandmother and Leanne.
Little girl started playing up again and grandmother challenged her to bite her. The little girl did and grandmother slapped her back into submission, shouting down the bus to mother Leanne, that this toughens em up !
After the second slap, the little girl shat herself and stunk the bus out.
We still had about two miles out of a three mile journey to go.
When the bus pulled up in Walsall, I am sure the urge of the passengers was identical to mine which was to just get off that thing and get out of the vicinity as quick as we could.
No chance. Two Fiats at the front of the bus. Leanne pushed past me. A slim sort of female thing, tattoed, pink track suit a la Vicky Pollard (and if I am colouring this story may God strike one of my brother's children dead). She also sported a sort of fur trappers hat.
Then the article almost certainly responsible for "spermin" one of em up, a wiry unshaven twat with a baseball cap on sideways, smelling heavily of dope. Grandmother was verbally slagging both kids off and saying she was going to drug them up or throw them in the canal.
Leanne made comment that this was not the sort of thing to say on a crowded bus (so she must have at least one wrinkle in her cerebellum). Grandmother I do'h give a fuck what any c**t thinks, I mean it...
Bus couldn't get to its terminal stop, so this went on for about five minutes before the door opened and we could all get off after this brood of breeding scum nastiness !
The first thing which I will say, is the planet is fucked on more platforms than the melting ice caps, rogue bankers and politicians lining their pockets and the green shoots of the arab spring wilting into the sand.
You'll never get normal people who have a choice, to use public transport when there's scum like that creating havoc on the streets. They will stay in their cars and willingly pay though the nose for fuel, to at least be relatively safe from the affront.
Myself and the other passengers were on that bus because we needed to get from Wednesbury to Walsall and we didn't have cars.
I thought the journey up to Wednesbury was "amusant" enough, with some eastern European slag trying to spoof the bus driver - Couple of minutes hold up whilst she tried to convince him the "wooden nickels" she'd used for fare, weren't acceptable. she paid proper in the end, but who needs that sort of delay on a simple bus journey ? Ditto the Indian woman who tried the same sort of trick later.
Regular soapboxers know full well tha I steer clear of town and journeys by bus for this very reason, which is why I am out at 6:30 on a Saturday to go see Bob.
As for grandmother. It may not be admirable for a bloke to hit a woman, but in her case, I'd quite happily have broken her jaw just to shut the c**t up.
That or shove her off a cliff, down a liftshaft or into a pit of hungry alligators.
Every time I got out in the "daytime" I see something along these lines, but today was well over the top.
Vicky Pollard as I;'ve said before, is the epitome of disgusting chav, but is crafted by Matt Lucas to make us laugh. Nothing funny when you're sitting in an enclosed space with a family of them.
Little girl getting the abuse was a pretty little kid too, but what is she going to grow into with parenting like that ? With a bit of luck she'll be a lesbian and won't breed any more like her family.
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