Mr. Tea
Let's Talk About Ceps
AND ANOTHER THING...got home tonight/this morning no thanks to the prick driving the N8 eastbound from Liverpool Street at 1.37 (you know who you are) who failed to stop at the stop despite clearly not being full (got home on a much fuller bus half an hour later), who did actually stop to let people off when I chased him a hundred yards up the road, but refused to let me on. Utter dickhead. I'm going to complain about this, it's certainly not the first time I've seen this sort of twattery.
Edit: having said that, it did give me and my friend the opportunity to get chatting this monumentally friendly Jamaican chap who was also royally pissed off about the bus passing us by, which at least made the wait until the next bus seem a bit less long, so it All Worked Out In The End, I suppose.
Edit: having said that, it did give me and my friend the opportunity to get chatting this monumentally friendly Jamaican chap who was also royally pissed off about the bus passing us by, which at least made the wait until the next bus seem a bit less long, so it All Worked Out In The End, I suppose.
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