This is a snippet of my adventures on the bus coming home from The Electric picnic. It was like I was paying for all my sins at once.
We went down to get the bus there was a few of the people that were getting home with us that looked a little tipsy. Next thing this funny looking guy lands down with a "bag" of wine and what's left of his drugs stash. So just about everyone thinks it would be just marvelous to get winged for the journey home and promptly devour what is left of this Muppets stash. The bus arrives an hour late. Now this nut bar with the bag of wine has decided he is going to sing songs for the great achievements of the group over the course of the festival, and I am thinking like it might not be too bad he looks like the singer song writer type. Nope. Not even close. He is just a fucking mentalist with not even close to one note in his head. About 20 minutes into the journey he takes the microphone (yes there was a micro phone on the bus) and sings his little Muppet head off. The bus driver actually had to stop the bus to get this creep to stop singing. So I am thinking this is the end of it but NO. They then, from out of nowhere, pull two shiny and fully charged WALKIE-TALKIES. This promptly brings on the singing goon again only this time I got front row seats. The singing doesn't actually happen that much longer but they do then go on to repeat the same 6 phrases to each other over the bastard walkie-talkies for roughly the next 3 hours, to which point I want to take one of them and smash it into dust in front of their eyes. When we get about 30 minutes from home I am practically in tears because we are nearly home and this head melting is still going on, and one of the main offenders turns to me and says... now wait for it... "Is this wreaking your head?", "Would you like and E?".
More of this sorta thing when I remember it!
Oisin.
We went down to get the bus there was a few of the people that were getting home with us that looked a little tipsy. Next thing this funny looking guy lands down with a "bag" of wine and what's left of his drugs stash. So just about everyone thinks it would be just marvelous to get winged for the journey home and promptly devour what is left of this Muppets stash. The bus arrives an hour late. Now this nut bar with the bag of wine has decided he is going to sing songs for the great achievements of the group over the course of the festival, and I am thinking like it might not be too bad he looks like the singer song writer type. Nope. Not even close. He is just a fucking mentalist with not even close to one note in his head. About 20 minutes into the journey he takes the microphone (yes there was a micro phone on the bus) and sings his little Muppet head off. The bus driver actually had to stop the bus to get this creep to stop singing. So I am thinking this is the end of it but NO. They then, from out of nowhere, pull two shiny and fully charged WALKIE-TALKIES. This promptly brings on the singing goon again only this time I got front row seats. The singing doesn't actually happen that much longer but they do then go on to repeat the same 6 phrases to each other over the bastard walkie-talkies for roughly the next 3 hours, to which point I want to take one of them and smash it into dust in front of their eyes. When we get about 30 minutes from home I am practically in tears because we are nearly home and this head melting is still going on, and one of the main offenders turns to me and says... now wait for it... "Is this wreaking your head?", "Would you like and E?".
More of this sorta thing when I remember it!
Oisin.
peachass:
damn damn damn cant beleive i lost my fuckin phone....... 