Tuesday 13 January 2009

Ding Ding - next stop driver


Ah the auld buses, none of thon sanitised monstrosities that you get in the capital these days with cameras, wheelchair access and heating. Not only that but I heard tell they are bringing in even fancier "state of the art" trams soon.

These old fellys were proper public transport. Freezing cold and rattly , full of carbon monoxide fumes, smoking fags up the stairs, dodgin' the fares and jumping on and off whilst still in motion. Chewing gum stuck on the velour seats, giving lip to the conductor wifies, distracting the driver by bangin' on his cab and throwing eggs oot the slidey windows at the tramps in the Grassmarket. It was all good.

Do you also mind of the photos in the bus shelters that people used to stick under the glass at the map. Who was Ada Pagan anyway?

As the Weller man once sang "reading the graffiti about slashed seat affairs"

I tell you that was definately entertainment, stuff your poofy trams and bring the auld unrelaible 2 man buses back I say.


Oh it's a great life on the Buses !!!


2 comments:

bobrob said...

The best thing about the old buses was the conductor. Even in "on the buses" he got all the Manto! He also had that cool ticket machine which hug at his side. You had no sooner said "one an a half" and he was twisting away at the dials and settings before turning the handle on the side of the set up with a trained flick of the wrist, to produce the required number of tickets. In my opinion only the coolest cats got to be conductors. No driving big buses through rush hour traffic for him, oh no he stood close to the door where he could have a quick fag and a butchers at the fanny! This ritual and a bit of ticket twisting was all he did the whole shift! Ah to have been a conductor.

Alien Orders said...

http://www.stevenson.ac.uk/courses/OL_EEHSC.pdf

Well I never?