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I always meet people on the bus whom I vaguely know and then engage in a full on conversation with them when a simple hello would do. It's so depressing, a conversation which seems to be about nothing and lacking the laughs or buzz of conversation with people I really do know.

There's like 5 seconds where you can decide whether to stop and say hi or leave your discman playing and I always wuss out of leaving the discman playing and nodding politely.

I am now really fucking tired cos I spent an entire bus journey in one of these conversations.

― Ronan (Ronan), Wednesday, 3 December 2003 22:54 (twenty-one years ago)

this thread is going to be a depressing bus conversation

― Ronan (Ronan), Wednesday, 3 December 2003 23:00 (twenty-one years ago)

Fret not. I overheard a really depressing bus conversation the other day with a woman telling a guy about how when she fell down some stairs while five months pregnant and called for help her husband was annoyed he was being called away from his videogames.

― Ned Raggett (Ned), Wednesday, 3 December 2003 23:03 (twenty-one years ago)

3 14 year-old girls got on my bus home today. One of them said to me, 'Your eyes are pretty.'

'Thanks.' I said.

'Are they real?'

― calstars (calstars), Wednesday, 3 December 2003 23:06 (twenty-one years ago)

well are they?

― mark s (mark s), Wednesday, 3 December 2003 23:09 (twenty-one years ago)

A similar thing happened me in the summer. I was on the bus and there was like six or seven 14 year old girls at the back sitting behind me, anyway one of them tapped me on the shoulder and asked do I dye my hair to keep it blonde, it was really embarassing but funny aswell. Obviously I don't ok?

― Ronan (Ronan), Wednesday, 3 December 2003 23:12 (twenty-one years ago)

This isn't really a conversation, but last week on the bus, this old man kept shouting, "I PULLED A WOMAN'S PANTS DOWN!" at me, and I was ignoring him, and he probably yelled it about eight times, and then I got up to get off the bus and he jumped up behind me and shouted it at the back of my head, then followed me off the bus and up the street two or three blocks, just shouting it over and over again. It was weird.
Also, there's this woman I see on the bus all the time and she's always trying to engage strangers in detailed conversations about her hair. She caught me at the bus stop once and it was awful.

― kirsten (kirsten), Wednesday, 3 December 2003 23:20 (twenty-one years ago)

I HATE having to have polite non-conversations with acquaintances/workmates I dont know well etc. Why, just because you happen to know someone, are you expected to talk to them if you're on the same tram or you meet in the street? Maybe I'm rude and anti social but boy do I want to crawl out of my own skin in these situations. This is a particular sore point at the moment because of a guy at work who frankly, repulses me, who is married, and has been making vague suggestions to me over IM that his head is messed up cos he's crushing on me (I could be wrong, I hope to fuck I am but UGH). He's totally unattractive, very strange, and creeps me out.

I feel awful reacting that way but having to even small talk to the guy makes me feel like screaming and running out of the room. Not good. :/

― Trayce (trayce), Wednesday, 3 December 2003 23:28 (twenty-one years ago)

a fat middle aged man told me i had "lovely soft hands" and "a nice slender body" on the bus home recently. it was awkward. my girlfriend met a chap who offered her a job hoovering his apartment, told her he'd like to take her out for a steak dinner, then said she dressed like a "little punk!" we seem to attract oddballs on the bus.

at the bus stop the other night, two lads asked me how long a girl's period lasted. quite surreal. that was a real "reach for the headphones and mind your own business" moment.

― weasel diesel (K1l14n), Wednesday, 3 December 2003 23:29 (twenty-one years ago)

RONAN IS BLONDE?!?!?!?!?!

― amateur!st (amateurist), Wednesday, 3 December 2003 23:33 (twenty-one years ago)

I've had real bad experiences with talking to coworkers on buses/trains ('i know kung fu, i almost killed a man, etc etc') so I just don't do it anymore. I currently ride the bus with someone I work with and all I give them is a nod and an occasional hello. Its a slippery slope if you give em anymore than that.. I call it 'detached professionalism.' im sure they call me 'dickhead' but whatever works, works.

getting hit on by teens in the bus has its ups and downs.. hah.

most depressing bus conversation I saw was in San Francisco. some poor homeless guy/junkie in a wheelchair sharing his woes with some other clearly inebriated street people. I forget how it all went, but the conversation basically ended at the wheelchair guy's stop when he proceeded to shout out 'THEY FUCK YOU' before getting off. depressing indeed.

― bill stevens (bscrubbins), Wednesday, 3 December 2003 23:44 (twenty-one years ago)

i remember sitting next to a (middle-aged) sleaze-ball on the train home. he had a conversation with me, and the pretty teenage girls beside me. he was spinning a cricket ball in his hand for the whole journey, oddly enough. edited highlights.

Sleaze-ball (to pretty teenage girls): "You should put on a warm coat. I'm just dying to go over there and warm you."

PTG: "Fuck off"

Sleaze-ball: "Hey, I'm speaking for the entire male population of this carriage." *nudges kilian* "Right?"

kilian: "Uh, whatever."

Sleaze-ball: (to me) "What's your name?"

kilian: "kilian"

Sleaze-ball: "that's a beautiful name. do you have a girlfriend?"

kilian: "uh, no!"

Sleaze-ball: "i do. she lives in paris. it's a difficult relationship." *turns to girls* "I'm a DJ, you know!"

PTG: "are you famous?"

Sleaze-ball: *pulls facial expression as if to say 'witty remark on the way'* "if you know me i am."

(then he ups and leaves, and says "we should have sex some time" to the girls. why must i sit beside these nutcases?)

― weasel diesel (K1l14n), Wednesday, 3 December 2003 23:45 (twenty-one years ago)

ronan isn't blonde! not the last time i saw him anyway. I'd call it "light brown"!

― weasel diesel (K1l14n), Wednesday, 3 December 2003 23:47 (twenty-one years ago)

'i know kung fu, i almost killed a man, etc etc'

haha isn't it great when you slowly begin to realize that someone you know casually or have just met is a pathological liar?!?! that deserves its own thread but i'm not starting it.

― amateur!st (amateurist), Wednesday, 3 December 2003 23:51 (twenty-one years ago)

i love it when you see some acquaintance on the other end of the bus and wave but neither has the energy or desire to actually get up and walk over to talk...

― amateur!st (amateurist), Wednesday, 3 December 2003 23:52 (twenty-one years ago)

I am the worst at giving people the don't-talk-to-me look. The other night I was in the pub and there's three guys dancing behind me, wasted, and one of them pulls a chummy thing and he's like "alright...!" "how's everything....??" and I just can't muster the "fuck off" face I need to. Then he's like "I'm not tryin anything though, alright?? I'm not gay! Don't worry, okay?" And I nod and smile and indicate that this kind of behavior is OKAY.

― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Thursday, 4 December 2003 01:11 (twenty-one years ago)

You've mixed up your don't-talk-to-me look with your more-than-words look. No good can come of this (good can come of this).

― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Thursday, 4 December 2003 01:14 (twenty-one years ago)

my hair goes very blonde in the summer, it is still blonde in the winter I guess, but not to the point where people would ask if I dyed it. Kilian's post is news to me but I guess he must be right.

― Ronan (Ronan), Thursday, 4 December 2003 10:52 (twenty-one years ago)

I often find that ILX is like a depressing bus conversation! Ha ha.

― the forbidden child, Thursday, 4 December 2003 11:03 (twenty-one years ago)

I was coming home from work and this drunken nonce gets on and sits next to me. He keeps asking "Is this Whipps Cross?" over and over again. He smelt like a bag of death. I told him Whipps Cross was the last stop. The last stop is an access road round the back of Walthamstow. He's probably still there. Pissed up tosser.

― MikeyG (MikeyG), Thursday, 4 December 2003 11:04 (twenty-one years ago)

I remember once...

waiting on a train connection with two girls and a young soldier lad

lad: So where are you from?
girls: Yugoslavia
lad: Oh! (cheerfully), I'm going there next week...

― mark grout (mark grout), Thursday, 4 December 2003 11:08 (twenty-one years ago)

i hate talking on the bus, even on the phone - i hate that other people might be listening to what i or the other person is saying and forming opinions. why do i care?

― stevem (blueski), Thursday, 4 December 2003 11:12 (twenty-one years ago)

Jonnie really should tell all about Sunday night here

― chris (chris), Thursday, 4 December 2003 11:15 (twenty-one years ago)

"the thing about those 2 people is, they dont deserve a trial, for what they did, i just believe they should be burnt to death"

― charltonlido (gareth), Thursday, 4 December 2003 11:20 (twenty-one years ago)

"Hey there, how are you? My name is Steve, and Jesus Christ is my personal Lord and Savior. Is He YOUR personal Lord and Savior?"

― latebloomer (latebloomer), Thursday, 4 December 2003 11:26 (twenty-one years ago)

"what people forget about michael jackson, and i don't like his music at all...except the early stuff, is that he is still a child! he's a child in a man's body and he should probably be treated as one"

― stevem (blueski), Thursday, 4 December 2003 11:29 (twenty-one years ago)

i mean people hating on 'Dangerous' just makes me want to cry

― stevem (blueski), Thursday, 4 December 2003 11:29 (twenty-one years ago)

"My mate Sarah shagged Dominick Diamond"
"Isn't she the one who shagged that other bloke?"
"No, that's Nicky"

― MikeyG (MikeyG), Thursday, 4 December 2003 11:35 (twenty-one years ago)

(At about 4am coming back from London; quite up for a kip:

Go go go go go shortie it's ya birthday... plus loads of rugby songs... driver hate...

BASTARDS

― Red Harry Rackham (Enrique), Thursday, 4 December 2003 11:41 (twenty-one years ago)

Probably my most depressing bus conversation was on the bus from Cardiff to where I used to work in Newport. For about six months I'd had the hots for this co-worker who I thought was really intense and cool and moody, but I'd never ever seen her outside of work. Then one day she happened to get on my bus and sit next to me and tried to make conversation. A bad idea, as I simply could not talk to the opposite sex at the time and it was all stumbling nervous small talk for about five minutes before she simply gave up. I heard from a friend later that after that conversation she decided I was a complete space cadet and would have nothing to do with me. And then I found out from the same friend that she batted for the other side and I'd wasted about two years on something that would never ever reciprocate my feelings.

But fuck yeah, I got some really good songs out of it.

― Rob M (Rob M), Thursday, 4 December 2003 11:44 (twenty-one years ago)

haha

do you brits spend all your days on the bus??

― amateur!st (amateurist), Thursday, 4 December 2003 11:51 (twenty-one years ago)

I almost started this thread myself yesterday, as a plea for your advice. Every morning I get the inter-campus bus service because it's free, convenient for my flat and drops me right outside my building. However, a woman with a gold tooth and a tracheotomy scar has made me her bus pal. She always sits next to me and spends the whole journey telling me about one of three things:
- the house she's going to build
- her mother
- the coding on some questionnaire she's been doing and how stupid the coders are.

The journey takes half an hour each way, which means an hour a day of hell! How do I (nicely) tell her to just leave me alone and let me read my book?

― Madchen (Madchen), Thursday, 4 December 2003 11:54 (twenty-one years ago)

Get a walkman and have it on before you meet her, then you can just nod and carry on ignoring her.

― Rob M (Rob M), Thursday, 4 December 2003 11:55 (twenty-one years ago)

get an earlier bus

― stevem (blueski), Thursday, 4 December 2003 11:59 (twenty-one years ago)

I don't think I've ever had a bus conversation that wasn't with a good friend. Oh, maybe some weird drunk spoke to me once, and I just sorta looked the other way, and told myslef that I'll be getting off the bus in two stops time, and get off sharpish.

― jel -- (jel), Thursday, 4 December 2003 12:00 (twenty-one years ago)

no get a later bus and spend a few more minutes in bed. you'll feel better for it.

― MarkH (MarkH), Thursday, 4 December 2003 12:02 (twenty-one years ago)

Bite her face off.

― MikeyG (MikeyG), Thursday, 4 December 2003 12:06 (twenty-one years ago)

There is no earlier bus and the next one is at 10.20, which would make me horrendously late. Walkman is a nice idea, but I would need strength not to take out the earphones when I saw her waiting for me at the bus stop. I don't want to bite her face off because that would bring me too close to her gold tooth and tracheotomy scar.

― Madchen (Madchen), Thursday, 4 December 2003 13:01 (twenty-one years ago)

wear a disguise! wooly hat, dark glasses, huge false moustache - you can't go wrong

― stevem (blueski), Thursday, 4 December 2003 13:02 (twenty-one years ago)

that sounds awful, tell her you have to study for an exam or something!

― Ronan (Ronan), Thursday, 4 December 2003 13:27 (twenty-one years ago)

I haven't got on a day bus for months - buses suck shit.

― Matt DC (Matt DC), Thursday, 4 December 2003 14:05 (twenty-one years ago)

i have Bus Rage a lot lately but i still ain't gettin on no tube (sucka)

― stevem (blueski), Thursday, 4 December 2003 14:07 (twenty-one years ago)

Madchen, tell her you need to use the bus time for studying! In fact, introduce the topic by proactively talking about how hard it's all getting, then over a period of a day or two, start getting out your "text books" on the bus and start making notes. In Italian, so she won't figure.

― Markelby (Mark C), Thursday, 4 December 2003 14:08 (twenty-one years ago)

Are you the first person on the bus? Can't you sit next to someone first so that there isn't a space next to you when she gets on? Obviously vary the person you sit next in case a thread along the lines of "yeah, and then that English girl gets on the bus every morning and sits next to me and just reads her book, anti-social cow" pops up somewhere else in the webiverse.

Or what Mark said.

― ailsa (ailsa), Thursday, 4 December 2003 14:09 (twenty-one years ago)

Does she call you 'hen' or is that an English invention of Scotchspeak?

― Tim (Tim), Thursday, 4 December 2003 14:10 (twenty-one years ago)

Someone propositioned me on the 43 this afternoon.

Which wasn't so much depressing as really fucking creepy and nasty, but.

― cis (cis), Thursday, 4 December 2003 23:36 (twenty-one years ago)

Listen to Peter Kay's latest DVD ported to Mp3 and watch as no-one sits next to you because you are laughing away like a complete mentalist.

― Dave B (daveb), Friday, 5 December 2003 11:15 (twenty-one years ago)

sorry about that cis

― stevem (blueski), Friday, 5 December 2003 11:21 (twenty-one years ago)

Ahh, it was sort of funny. Except not particularly at the time. And just when I'd been priding myself on my aura of non-speakeable-to-'ness, too! Pride goes before, and all that.

― cis (cis), Friday, 5 December 2003 12:12 (twenty-one years ago)

well i wish people would speak to me on the bus more (obv. by people i mean cute girls and not decrepid mentalists)

― stevem (blueski), Friday, 5 December 2003 12:45 (twenty-one years ago)

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― stevem (blueski), Friday, 5 December 2003 14:48 (twenty-one years ago)

It's my fault, as usual. Sorry. Can I make out with your hair, please?

― THAT Kate (kate), Friday, 5 December 2003 14:49 (twenty-one years ago)

ok on the train from Gatwick me & lovely Emma B sit down breathless and conductor IMMEDIATELY comes around asking for tickets and i'm like "uh" and he's like well we usually charge you double HERE IN LONDON but i'll let you get away with it this time (to which i feign dumb american gratitude). the guy across says "pfft tourists" and the guy next to me peers in at the conductor and goes "is your jobby mcjobson?" but it wasn't that it was even ruder

― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Friday, 5 December 2003 15:12 (twenty-one years ago)

He said "is your jobby mcjobson"? What can he have meant?

"Sir, my jobby is none of your concern."

― Tim (Tim), Friday, 5 December 2003 15:20 (twenty-one years ago)

I always worry that I am singing the song that is stuck in my head and I am going to get beaten up for being a paedo* by proxy because it is ALWAYS BEAT IT.

*allegedly? Is it?

― Sarah (starry), Friday, 5 December 2003 15:22 (twenty-one years ago)

I'm afraid that wasn't depressing. There is always the story of drawing cocks, but that was ages ago.

― Sarah (starry), Friday, 5 December 2003 15:22 (twenty-one years ago)

i can't believe Tracer didn't buy a ticket - sickening

― stevem (blueski), Friday, 5 December 2003 15:43 (twenty-one years ago)

well i didn't need one on the way THERE, although that was like 6am so understandable. there are no signs or anything, either, as the HELPFUL conductor explained, there are actually signs that say "no ticket necessary" and then a little red sign underneath saying "except Gatwicjk Express" - i am, perhaps, selectively color blind to red signs imparting fees

"is your NAME jobby jobs-a-lot," dammit, it was colloquial and unrememberable though but you get the drift, both guys were total twats, endearing themselves to no one

― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Friday, 5 December 2003 16:43 (twenty-one years ago)

Gatwijck? Did we lose Sussex to the Dutch again?

― THAT Kate (kate), Friday, 5 December 2003 16:47 (twenty-one years ago)

i should have been smoking a HUGE joint and been like "oh i am sorry, but in my country this is encouraged!" but mumbled it for tru-dutch effect

― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Friday, 5 December 2003 16:49 (twenty-one years ago)

Tracer, the guy next to you was actually doing a MAJOR diss on the conductor, calling him a jobsworth (someone in a nametag who frots the rule book). Usually when I notice jobsworthiness in the service industries I turn to my companion and sigh, 'he actually believes ONE DAY! ALL OF THIS! WILL BE MINE, MINE, MINE!'

― suzy (suzy), Friday, 5 December 2003 16:51 (twenty-one years ago)

What was COMPLETELY FUCKED was that the conductor was bending the rules and giving us normal fares!!! And this guy calls him that!! It was completely surreal, none of us knew how to handle it. I think I was like "eh, he IS giving me a break" and the guy who dissed me with "tourist" kind of leapt back in and softened his line to something about how it must be confusing for travelers here... eh, sayonara fucktards!!

― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Friday, 5 December 2003 16:54 (twenty-one years ago)

*Usually*, Suzy? You have a SCRIPT for your LIFE??

― Markelby (Mark C), Friday, 5 December 2003 16:56 (twenty-one years ago)

"British Bureaucracy: or, As They Like"

― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Friday, 5 December 2003 17:00 (twenty-one years ago)

IT. As They like IT! oh poo

― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Friday, 5 December 2003 17:01 (twenty-one years ago)

I wonder if an "as you like I.T." pun has been done often.

― RJG (RJG), Friday, 5 December 2003 17:09 (twenty-one years ago)

No, I am quicker with a certain kind of insult than most people you will ever meet, and this is a good thing. Also it must be noted that a 'jobsworth script' or five is to be expected given the number of snivelling English jobsworths I encounter.

― suzy (suzy), Friday, 5 December 2003 17:33 (twenty-one years ago)

You should offer them a hankie. Maybe that will help their mood? I'm always irritable when I have a cold.

― Dave B (daveb), Friday, 5 December 2003 17:36 (twenty-one years ago)

I'll offer them Mr. Hanky gladly.

― suzy (suzy), Friday, 5 December 2003 17:39 (twenty-one years ago)

see?

http://speaktomecatalog.com/picture/XMRHANK.jpg

― suzy (suzy), Friday, 5 December 2003 17:40 (twenty-one years ago)

I sort of ignored somebody I used to work with on the bus last night in favour of headphones and sulking. It just kind of Happens. When it comes to mentalists and old people I often actually respond with mega-feeble small talk for a second because I don't know if they'd get angry/heartbroken if I ignored them.

In general buses are a place for angry aloofness and headphones though. Also streets and shops and workplaces.

― F. Anthony O'Reilly (Ferg), Friday, 5 December 2003 18:16 (twenty-one years ago)

three years pass...

since i can't find the "overheard in l.a." thread i started..

man talking on cell phone to his bank about ordering new checks, eastbound 20 bus on wilshire:

bank: "what kind of checks would you like?"
man: "whatever's cheapest. i don't need no fancy designs, i'm not tryin' to impress nobody. i'm using these checks to pay off creditors."

― get bent, Monday, 23 April 2007 04:26 (eighteen years ago)

I was on a bus stuck in traffic on a really hot day last week, and this old Jamaican guy got on and started doing a full-on hectoring fire n'brimstone Accept Christ rant at nobody in particular. After about 20 minutes he stopped and started playing a tape of himself talking instead, at which point the old woman sitting next to me started praying for him out loud. It was like crying babies setting each other off or something.

― Michael Philip Philip Philip philip Annoyman, Monday, 23 April 2007 10:49 (eighteen years ago)

Overheard the other day by the definition of chavlady on the phone whilst travelling the #5 in Oxford:

"He won't even let me kiss him in Asda in case someone sees us."

― The Wayward Johnny B, Monday, 23 April 2007 10:59 (eighteen years ago)

I always always bump into acquaintances at the station and I'm invariably wearing headphones. I never know whether to be polite and take them off and say more than "Hello", or be polite and just let them stare into outer space (which is what I'd rather do tbh) without all the verbal fluffing.

― the next grozart, Monday, 23 April 2007 11:08 (eighteen years ago)

I used to take the Greyhound bus from D.C. to N.Y.C. on weekends when I was around 16-years-old. Once I was on the bus sitting next to a young guy who was listening to some headphones. At one point during the ride, he stood up really quickly and hit his head REALLY HARD on the overhead luggage rack thing. He sat back down and kind of rocked back and forth for a minute, holding his head and wincing. It turned out he was bleeding - pretty severely. I kept asking if he wanted help or if he wanted me to tell the bus driver or something, but he said "please just don't make a big deal out of this. Pretend it didn't happen. Nothing happened. Everything is totally the same as it was a minute ago. This didn't happen." I was terrified. He eventually fell asleep with a t-shirt over his head, and when we got to New York he got off the bus as if nothing happened, with blood caked on his head.

― Ben Boyerrr, Monday, 23 April 2007 11:37 (eighteen years ago)

This was not depressing, but a few weeks ago I got on a very busy bus home and the only seats were right at the back with all the rowdy teenagers. I had my iPod on, but could tell they were talking about me. After a while one of them attracted my attention so I took my earphones out and he said "Are you in a band?" and I said I wasn't, and he asked me a few more questions and then turned to his pal, who said: "See, I told you!". Maybe they were having some kind of argument about whether I was Ian Brown or something.

― Alba, Monday, 23 April 2007 11:45 (eighteen years ago)

Some of the greatest conversations I've had have been with strangers on a train.. I dunno, I have this sort of romantic idea of traveling the world meeting people and having great conversations only to never see them again. People are so much more interesting when there's no attachment, you know?

Not that I go around bothering strangers, usually it's the other party to starts the convo, but you get what I mean.

But I do agree that seeing people you knew from Junior High or met once at a party is sort of depressing. It's always REALLY awkward.

― The Brainwasher, Monday, 23 April 2007 13:08 (eighteen years ago)

You just have an aura of fame Alba...

In my last job I lived quite near to one of my colleages. Luckily we got on quite well and made a no-talking-on-the-bus pact.

― Anna, Monday, 23 April 2007 13:15 (eighteen years ago)

one year passes...

Woah

the victim, described as around 20 years old, was listening to music through headphones.

― nate woolls, Friday, 1 August 2008 10:55 (seventeen years ago)

Thread not too far down the page for this one dude

― DJ Mencap, Friday, 1 August 2008 10:57 (seventeen years ago)

bollocks!

― nate woolls, Friday, 1 August 2008 10:58 (seventeen years ago)

This morning on Bart, a 50ish white lady was having a shouty conversation into her cell phone. She was describing a guy she had gone on a date with:

"He was such a fun, wonderful man. A great man, and a *great* catholic.
He just likes everybody! Jews, Mexicans, Asians, he didn't have a bad thing to say about anyone"

― rollerbeef, Friday, 1 August 2008 21:29 (seventeen years ago)

I used to ride the 66 bus in Chicago, and Wesley Willis often rode that bus as well. Conversations ranged from scary to amusing to depressing, depending on how you'd choose to think about it. Interesting guy though.

Also on that bus: A guy drinking from a 40 in a brown paper bag composed a freestyle about how he was gonna bust a cap in me if I didn't get the fuck off that bus. Then some gangbanger guys stood up for me. Not depressing until one of the gangbanger guys asked me if I was ok, then I felt like a four year old.

― rollerbeef, Friday, 1 August 2008 21:39 (seventeen years ago)

one year passes...

Didn't really want to start a thread for this, just had to vent somewhere.

How do you deal with shitty little kids on buses?

On my commute I occasionally encounter four of the most vile creatures you've could imagine. Four boys all about 9-13 I guess. They talk a bit like Brad Pitt in Snatch, pikies or gypsies or something, I don't know what, some weird hybrid of all that is wrong in the world. The first time I saw them they were drunk or acting drunk, storming about the bus sitting right up close to people inviting them to a 'party' where they could get all the cocaine they wanted, girls, heroin, all the booze in the world, whatever you want. He literally went up to everyone, one by one asking them, right in their face, sometimes hanging on to their shoulders. People that didn't reply would get a torrent of abuse until they said something. People that engaged in conversation got dragged down into some nonsensical argueing.
One time the 'ringleader' was harassing a 16-17 year old couple telling the boyfriend how he was going to finger the girl, get her pregnant, that she should come to his party, or something. 'Is she your sister? Is she your mum? Are you a puff?, Smell my finger? You wanna fight? I've got a knife, I have' etc etc you get the idea... On the same journey he went through a similar set of questions to a dad with his two toddlers. WTF!!

Occasionally they all run up to the bus driver and chat with him for a while, I have no idea what he thinks about this, if he is aware of what they're up to and just won't do anything about it, I don't know.

Last night it was my turn, I got off lightly, one of them was prodding me in the back while the other one was informing me that his mate was prodding me in the back and what was I going to do about it. I took my headphones off and said 'don't talk to me' and put them back on and kind of ignored them, got a few more prods throughout the journey and a middle finger when I got off the bus.

I had to get off a stop early because I was ready to explode. Shitty little kids on buses. Discuss.

― Crackle Box, Thursday, 14 January 2010 16:03 (fifteen years ago)

pikies or gypsies or something, I don't know what, some weird hybrid of all that is wrong in the world.
pikies or gypsies or something, I don't know what, some weird hybrid of all that is wrong in the world.
pikies or gypsies or something, I don't know what, some weird hybrid of all that is wrong in the world.
pikies or gypsies or something, I don't know what, some weird hybrid of all that is wrong in the world.
pikies or gypsies or something, I don't know what, some weird hybrid of all that is wrong in the world.
pikies or gypsies or something, I don't know what, some weird hybrid of all that is wrong in the world.
pikies or gypsies or something, I don't know what, some weird hybrid of all that is wrong in the world.
pikies or gypsies or something, I don't know what, some weird hybrid of all that is wrong in the world.

― rionat, Thursday, 14 January 2010 16:31 (fifteen years ago)

weird hybrid of pikey gypsies, all that is wrong with the world

― Not a reactionary git, just an idiot. (darraghmac), Thursday, 14 January 2010 16:32 (fifteen years ago)

pretty sure there is an aerosol that will kill those kids. it is bad for the ozone layer tho.

― I see what this is (Local Garda), Thursday, 14 January 2010 16:44 (fifteen years ago)

Hey Crackle Box, here's a middle finger from me too:
..|.,

Racist little wimps on message boards. Discuss.

― I have seen the error of my ways. (Oh my, how original), Thursday, 14 January 2010 17:55 (fifteen years ago)

carry a gun at all times imo

― max, Thursday, 14 January 2010 17:59 (fifteen years ago)

In case of gikie pypsies

― Sammo Hungover (Noodle Vague), Thursday, 14 January 2010 18:04 (fifteen years ago)

I was on the bus yesterday and this middle-aged woman who was wearing pink sweatpants and a Hannah Montana hoodie sat next to me. She was on her cell phone having a long conversation with someone about how sick she was. "I feel like I'm DYing. I've never felt to TERRible in my LIFE." And then begging whoever she was talking to to buy her some juice, which was weird because she had just gotten off a stop by a grocery store & ahd a bag of groceries in her hands. "You have to buy me some joooooooos." She then did a Harlan pepper and just slowly named ten or twelve different types of juice they have to buy her. I'm not really a germophobe, but it was awkward being next to this lady who kept saying she was dyyyyyyyyyyyyying.

― sedentary lacrimation (Abbott), Thursday, 14 January 2010 18:52 (fifteen years ago)

haha maybe "juice" was a secret code word for DRUGS

― harbl, Thursday, 14 January 2010 18:54 (fifteen years ago)

about 75% of my social life the first time I went to college was depressing bus conversations with people I vaguely knew from class

Last Thursday I was on the EXACT SAME ROUTE for the first time in 10 years and had a depressing bus conversation after a job fair with a laid-off lawyer in her 50s about how we are all going to have to rely on our friends a lot more in the next couple of years. Actually, ended on a genuine stay posi good vibes keep ya head up note, so a lot less depressing then the mumble @ cuet girl follies of a younger los blue jeans.

― Dinosauciers (los blue jeans), Friday, 15 January 2010 01:18 (fifteen years ago)

should've gone to the fucking party, Crackle Box.

telling the boyfriend how he was going to finger the girl, get her pregnant

altho maybe these lads weren't as knowledgeable about the ways of the world as they seemed.

I don't seem to have bus conversations that don't eventually involve me trying to explain what it is I'm studying when I'm doing philosophy to people who have pretty much no concept of it. Which isn't so bad really.

― FC Tom Tomsk Club (Merdeyeux), Friday, 15 January 2010 02:00 (fifteen years ago)

Dude on the night-bus at 1.30 am the other night who heard my iPod Shuffle and tapped me on the shoulder, showing me his own iPod which had Boards Of Canada's 'An Eagle In Your Mind' playing, then telling me repeatedly as I removed my earphones that he'd know that break anywhere, before going onto explain to me how Geogaddi is the album of the decade, and how as an aspiring music-critic he was writing the album up on his blog, telling me the name of his blog, and engaging in some idle chatter, largely concerning Warp Records, you can have 6/10 because the song was actually 'Sunshine Recorder' off your beloved Geogaddi. Sorry, dude.

― a. cole, u thic (acoleuthic), Sunday, 6 December 2009 19:45 (1 month ago) Bookmark

dude has written a lot about Burial and hauntology fwiw

― Do the english boil pizza? (acoleuthic), Friday, 15 January 2010 02:02 (fifteen years ago)

so he's a huge, dull fud.

― Isambard Kingdom Buñuel (jim in glasgow), Friday, 15 January 2010 02:05 (fifteen years ago)

it was nice to talk to someone and yeah he can string sentences together but if this is what today's young aspiring music-writers are like then goodness me

― Do the english boil pizza? (acoleuthic), Friday, 15 January 2010 02:10 (fifteen years ago)

can't fault the uh enthusiasm tho - i'd never imagined there was that much writing on hauntology on all of the internet let alone on one guy's blog

― Do the english boil pizza? (acoleuthic), Friday, 15 January 2010 02:12 (fifteen years ago)

lot at hauntology blogger hanging out on night buses to meet kindred spirits

― jabba hands, Friday, 15 January 2010 02:19 (fifteen years ago)

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