The Bus
The beloved Mrs Trumpet and I have a hypothetical bus, not just any bus mind you but a bus that's about to plunge headlong over a cliff to certain doom. This bus is however, in a state of limbo, it has not yet set off on it's final journey to allow for almost infinate replacement of it's passengers, but it's eventual departure is unavoidable.

Whilst passing quiet evenings tellyviewing the inevitable "they'd be on the bus" will at some point be called out when some media whore is paraded for our derision.

The passangers on my bus include
James 'Smug Cunt' Whitaker,
Piers 'Morgan' Moron,
Ian 'why are you here?' Wright,
and Elaine 'EP...shut your fucking mouth' Paige
to name but four. The joy of the bus is that there is plenty of room to add passengers as and when it seems fit.

The other added feature of the bus is the in flight entertainment it offers. Music telly and film are all available, no doubt the greatest hits of Carol King and Sammy Davis Jnr's "Candy Man" would play on an 8 track loop to the accompaniment of The One Show and Horne and Corden.
(MuckTrumpet is winking furiously, Wed 10 Feb 2010, 11:59, 3 replies)

Clicks this
and starts to think about my own Magic Bus.
( Piper Alpha is being a grumpy northerm bastard on:, Wed 10 Feb 2010, 12:03, closed)

I do something similar
except it's "they'll be first against the wall when the revolution comes".
(Fawksie, Wed 10 Feb 2010, 12:51, closed)

I do this...
But add them to a pit full of cobras.
(The Kwyjibo A big, dumb, balding North American ape., Wed 10 Feb 2010, 14:21, closed)