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Wednesday, 9 January 2013

A man in his late twenties was standing at the front of the bus, (the Medilink service that runs between the two hospitals, I use it when I can because it's a free bus to where I want to go) having a conversation with someone on his phone. I'm not entirely sure what his conversation was about, but it involved the custody of his own child, and his relationship with his dad. There was another side plot about someone who was threatening him, which our bus entertainment was totally undeterred by.

He was standing right next to the bus driver, who obviously didn't have the nerve to tell him to curtail his language. Nobody on the bus challenged him, which is a sad sign of the times. His appearance suggested that he might have been carrying a knife, that might be a lazy stereotype of course, but nobody wants to take a chance. If there had been children on the bus, then I would have asked him to tone it down, as I cannot stand people swearing in front of children. The bus found this whole spectacle rather amusing, like a live version of a Jerry Springer programme.

The man's dad had only just started to contact him after not being there for his entire life, (I'm on his side there to be honest), and "it's too fucking late for the fucker to start wanting to play happy famil-ehs now". As for this threatening person, "if he comes round my house I'll see him off, tell him my address and if he comes round I'll put a fucking hammer through the cunt's head". A man next to me on the bus pointed out that he was talking a big talk, but he obviously didn't have the guts to offer a fist fight like a real man. Everyone was enjoying a chuckle to themselves at the bus entertainment, especially his declaration that he intended to "use some of my fucking Job Seekers to pay someone to fucking have him".

Red in the face and with a no doubt higher blood pressure, he finished his call, put his phone in his pocket, and turned around to confront the rest of the bus.

"Sorry about the language ladies and gentlemen, I'm going through a difficult time."


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