Month: January 2015

I had been out with a pal and laughed an awful awful lot at a pretty funny (but slightly cheeky and inappropriate) story she telt me about a customer at her work (yes, I know, we’re going to hell in a handcart, first class ticket, one way trip, no returns—but sometimes, Ye Jist Cannae Help It…) and was still chuckling… Read more →

I looked at the clock and realised it was 8:49pm and thought, bugger it, better leave sharp because last week the 10 past bus was 6 minutes early and flew right by me as I walked to the road end, and I’d to chase it three stops while it teasingly idled at two different sets of traffic lights before finally… Read more →

This one morning on the bus the only seat available was next to ‘Slevering Sleeping Dude’. He wasn’t a particularly inviting travel companion given he was more or less spread over two seats with his tongue plastered to the window, but seeing as I’d been to Greggs for a butty and a cappuccino (for munching once I got off, not… Read more →

I’m on the 9 at the same time I often am, sitting in the same seat I usually sit in, and a lassie gets on at the same stop she often does, and sits opposite me where she always tends to sit down. And I look across because I notice that she’s had her hair cut and coloured. She clocks… Read more →

I jump on the number 9 as it’s wet and it’s wild and officially blawin a hoolie in Glasgow, and the bus shakes from side to side as the rain hammers and stunts and stoats aff the windaes. It’s so heavy in fact that it sounds like hailstanes, but it is in fact just Durty Big Fat Rain. We splash… Read more →