The Bradford trip today
(ok, it might be college now but it counts)
had so much promise about it. It got off to a good start when, in response to someone saying 'Britney Spears', one of the lads suddenly shouted at the top of his voice 'HAVE YOU SEEN HER SEX VIDEO? IT'S MINT!'

The museum was alright as well, I wasted most of my day watching Monty Python and the Fast Show.

It was on the way home that it all went awry. Setting off at 3.30 to avoid the traffic sounds all well and good, but when we hit the A1 there were strings of accidents that meant we weren't moving for ages. The back of the bus slowly descended into carnage, signs saying 'HONK IF UR HORNY' went up, one girl had a panic attack, 'CAN WE STOP FOR A TAB?' became the most repeated (and thus most hated) phrase...
And then just as we're passing another accident scene, some twat in a smallish white van decides to repeatedly ram into our bus. Deliberately. In perfect view of the police. We were already two hours behind and then we had to pull over because there was 'some damage' and 'the driver doesn't know if he can drive the bus'.
We got going again after 20 minutes or so.
We were meant to arrive back into college around half five. We pulled up outside Newcastle central station around half seven.

Also, might I remind you all, as if you need reminding, that when in Bradford, 'what's that coming over the hill, is it a bomber, is it a bomber?' isn't even remotely funny. You are racist, loud, gobshite Automatic fans and I will kill you all. Thank you.
(and now for someone completely different, Wed 13 Dec 2006, 21:35, Reply)