Yes, the start of the title is ironic. I am being purposefully defiant here. Many may say "is" should be "are" but this is side-tracking from the purpose of this discussion into idiots. But I'd like to say hello to Dan, my one and only follower (who I already know, it's not just some guy.) This blog however is for anyone who finds it, so read what you like or skip on, but thanks for stopping by.
Firstly I know there is a hefty gap between blog 9 and 10. What is the cause in such a delay? Family issues? Work? No. Laziness which is entirely within my character. I am lazy but mean well. As my twitter account also shows a big gap, from September, and have only just posted some garbage about what I'm doing not too long ago.
This discussion into idiots goes back some weeks. I have to get the bus to get to university (it takes about 35 minutes) and since I sometimes have a 10 o'clock start I have to be up around 7:30. If I were to walk I'd have to be up around 3:30-4:00 which in reality scares me.
What with getting the same bus ever morning the same people are around and they sit in the same seats (it is basically like Groundhog Day). During winter I sit on the left nearest the engine as it is much warmer. All tips are in my book "Bus Survival for Beginners." The same people get on it everyday and sometimes a new person gets on, and I see the regulars glance in their direction (I know this becuase I too am one) judging them seeing if they are fit to join our little gang. What I do love is that this bus is quiet which is a joy. No pleb with techno-whattsit banging out their phone. No trouser tucking in the socks indiviuals here. Most new people are welcomed to the group. They sit, they mind their own business, they read, they listen to their i-pod (at a volume level suitable for them but at a level which is silent and respectful for fellow passengers) which is how it should be.
But this daily (except weekends) routine was disrupted by a man. Oh yes. A man. Him and a friend got on and argued on how the bus was too late. OK, that's a pretty annoying thing but 20 minutes on he still was fuming.
Basically he liked to say the f word on a far more frequent basis than anyone I've ever heard. (insert whatever Gordon Ramsey joke comes to mind first) I don't swear on this blog beacuse I'm kind knowing anyone could read it so in substitute I'll say "cake", which too makes it hopefully ever so slightly humourous.
I quote: "This is caking stupid. The caking bus should be here at quarter past for cakes sake. It's twenty five to and I've got washing out and it's lemonading down for cakes sake. They don't know what they are caking doing these caking hampers." for about 25 minutes.
But here comes the moronic bit that made me want to shout at this guy. I'm sure there have been moments in all our lives where someone has done something and we imagine what we'd like to do rather than do it. Only later do we think we have the courage to actually do it by which time it is too late.
This pleb said: "What was the point of these caking kids. They're caking everywhere. They're all over the caking street. I wish they'd cake off the little cakers."
I wanted to shout: "Don't use "was" you *&^%, that is only used in the past tense, you're in the bloody present!" That and: "You are next to a caking school AND college you caking cake."
Then he got off the bus, tripped over his own misery and fell in a neatly laid patch of despair and drowned in his own void of selfishness. Wait... part of that I dreamed. You can decide which bit.
Anyway, I've released some rage and I'll build it up for the next blog, expect late March 2010.
In the meantime if you do stop by, please do sign my petition, read some of my short comedy correspondents and read my reviews on Ents24, my latest a review of the great comedian Daniel Kitson. Yes, what a shameful plug. Off to listen to We Are Scientists.
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