Yay for Stagecoach Mark II
Had another interesting experience on a Stagecoach vehicle this evening, and unfortunately it wasn't pleasant and didn't involve the crazy woman. It was also made so much worse by the fact I was nursing the most savage hangover possible – reasons for this will become clear in a moment…
So, was on the bus with a hangover which was bad enough. I could rant on about that for a whole entry in itself, but won't. So, was on the bus with a hangover. Got to the stop outside Varsity and the gatehouse, where I watched a young chap down most of a can of lager (it looked like Carlsberg from a distance, but I didn't have my glasses on. It was minging), and then proceeded to vomit. He then got on the bus, and between that bus stop and the next (outside the Maths block – all of about 100 yards), he had managed to be sick ABSOLUTELY EVERYWHERE. And it was of the most projectile kind. It was absolutely vile for several reasons;
a) vomit. Yuck.
b) When I am drunk to the point that I feel I may be a bit ill, I DON'T GET ON A BUS.
c) he was totally unashamed at having done this. Was he an alien?
d) his friend told him to go to the toilet in Rootes to sort himself out, and he decided it would be best to go straight home. Wonder how much more he vomited on the way home.
I saw Sel who was just about to get on the bus to come home from campus, and I warned him about this drunken beast. The next time I see him I will enquire as to the outcome of this unfortunate chap.
But now I am going to go in the bath and await the arrival of my wonderful boyfriend, whom I havn't seen for hours and hours and wish to cuddle muchly following the events of last night.