T minus and counting - 2015

[whisty]

Blimey

[carlosj]

ERV 249D, the Timelord of Buses.

[Yoghurt on a Stick]

That bus was obviously a great work horse, especially after it had had it's hair cut.

As an aside, I was on a night bus with loads of mates many years ago. The driver got so tired of us asking him how do we get to the party we were going to from the bus stop at the end of the terminus, that he simply decided to take the bus off route and drive us to the party directly. So we pulled up outside the party on a small road which had probably never seen a bus travel along it. I thought that was really nice of him.

The there's the time me and a mate asked the taxi driver who was dropping us off if he wanted to come in for a drink in my mates house. He shocked us by saying yes he would. He eventually left hours later both pissed and stoned.

I guess we've all got loads of taxi driver stories. My favourite is the taxi driver who picked me up after I had just been banned for life at a casino for requesting that cocaine be brought to me at the blackjack table. Not only did he get me home but he got me coke on the way home.after I had explained my casino episode to him.

Not sure why I've gone into story mode right now (as in more than usual). I think it might be the librium / alcohol combo. Apologies if I continue to ramble on this and other threads. I actually did cold turkey from Monday to this evening. A harrowing experience. Going to have to wean myself off stuff rather than abruptly halt. I need to be clean and functioning for a holiday to Spain in a few weeks time.

[carlosj]

Yog, apart from cold turkey, how is post - employment coming along?

[Gnomicide]

We always used to favour unsettling the taxi driver by singing "Don't Pay The Taxi Man" all the way home.

Chris de Bleaugh missed a trick there.

[Yoghurt on a Stick]

Yog, apart from cold turkey, how is post - employment coming along?

Hello carlosj. Post employment has been going along swimmingly, until recently. I have now realised that I've spent the redundancy money at a far faster rate than anticipated. This means that I'm probably going to have to look for a job either just before or after Christmas. I had wanted to take a whole year off. However, I did get a nice summer out of it. Up until the redundancy I had been in continuous work for 28 years. Having seen both sides of the coin I can honestly say that dossing is more enjoyable than working. The only downside to this is that I no longer get paid to be on this site like I used to be.

I did stumble across a job last week which I could have done easily but decided not to go for it. I don't really want to do what I was doing before for a living. I think I'd rather work in a supermarket stacking shelves. In fact, I'd quite like a job like that which requires no brain power. Time will tell what happens to me.

How are things with you?

[carlosj]

Cool, glad it's going well. I fancy that myself but I think I'd end up on a hoarders programme, stuck to the sofa in unwashed pyjamas, in laziness. The job and family life keeps me active. Things are really good, reaching a level of family arguments that means me and my blended family have bonded. Having said that, 5 days without em next June will be nice, with my mates... shhh, don't tell.

[Yoghurt on a Stick]

We always used to favour unsettling the taxi driver by singing "Don't Pay The Taxi Man" all the way home.

Chris de Bleaugh missed a trick there.

You've got to love taxi drivers. They're the people with the knowledge of where to go in a strange city when all the pubs and clubs have closed down. I was with friends in Sharm el-Sheikh once and everything had closed down. We asked a taxi driver if there was anywhere at all where we could get more drinks. After saying there was nowhere to us for a good 15 minutes, he relented and took us to a place which was beyond seedy. We were the only westerners in there. I'll not forget that night in a hurry.

So, I raise a glass to taxi drivers the world over - apart from the ones that over charge that is.

[Yoghurt on a Stick]

Cool, glad it's going well. I fancy that myself but I think I'd end up on a hoarders programme, stuck to the sofa in unwashed pyjamas, in laziness. The job and family life keeps me active. Things are really good, reaching a level of family arguments that means me and my blended family have bonded. Having said that, 5 days without em next June will be nice, with my mates... shhh, don't tell.

Happy to hear that things are good at your end. I don't watch much television but know that if I don't stop hoarding stuff that I'll be on a Channel 4 documentary one day. This house is choc a bloc full of stuff. I actually intend to start selling a lot of it off after my trip to Spain. This will free the house up a little and bring in some money.

I'm also happy to hear that your blended family is on a relatively smooth course. It's a tricky one to get successful that one. Is it Leeds that you live in? Many of my mates went to Leeds University and I used to be up there all the time. Then a girlfriend moved up to do a teacher training course there, which saw me going up every other week. I only have fond memories of the place - except for when I helped a disabled man to the toilet and he wanted me to hold his pecker for him saying that he couldn't hold it himself because of his disability. I told him to hold it himself or just piss his pants because I wasn't touching it. Turns out he was a pervert who was fully capable of going to the toilet, but just liked other blokes holding his pecker.

One of my mates got a 5 day pass this year from the misses and kids. He was the bloke found lying with his legs out of the long drops asleep with his head over the bowl sucking up the fumes. I hope you fair better than that next year!

[grumpyhack]

You've got to love taxi drivers. They're the people with the knowledge of where to go in a strange city when all the pubs and clubs have closed down. I was with friends in Sharm el-Sheikh once and everything had closed down. We asked a taxi driver if there was anywhere at all where we could get more drinks. After saying there was nowhere to us for a good 15 minutes, he relented and took us to a place which was beyond seedy. We were the only westerners in there. I'll not forget that night in a hurry.

So, I raise a glass to taxi drivers the world over - apart from the ones that over charge that is.

[Yoghurt on a Stick]

My mate went to Blackpool with some people from work on a coach once. They got so pissed that they missed the coach home. Then they got a taxi and agreed a phenomenal price for him to drive them back to Birmingham. They were woken by the taxi driver telling them that they were in Birmingham city centre and that he wanted his money. They gave him the money and he drove off. It was soon to dawn on them that he had dropped them off in Preston and not Birmingham, and had legged it away with their money. I regularly curse that taxi driver.

[Yoghurt on a Stick]

[Gnomicide]

Town please mate....

[Yoghurt on a Stick]

Town please mate....

You'll get the triple whammy if you save that for the 48 days to go post.

[sime]

[grumpyhack]

Off to Taiwan today

[carlosj]

can't be from Leeds then. Mrs CJ is using taxis currently and they're all running second jobs with bouncy castles, insurance firms or unsafe airport runs.

No matter how much I drink, I remain aware enough to avoid sleeping in long drops Yog. The homing instinct instinct will kick in. Well, that's the plan.

[Yoghurt on a Stick]

can't be from Leeds then. Mrs CJ is using taxis currently and they're all running second jobs with bouncy castles, insurance firms or unsafe airport runs.

No matter how much I drink, I remain aware enough to avoid sleeping in long drops Yog. The homing instinct instinct will kick in. Well, that's the plan.

Talking of homing instincts a very strange thing happened at our house last weekend. My wife and I realised that a bird had fallen down our chimney and was fluttering in the void where the fireplace would have been in the bedroom. I was too out of it to tackle a trapped bird, so a mate volunteered to fish it out via the small airbrick aperture in the chimney breast. When I shone a torch into the aperture for him to see what he was up against, there was a pure white dove staring back at us. We managed to fish it out and let it go in the back garden. It was kind of spooky seeing a pure white dove there though, as opposed to a magpie, pigeon etc. How the fuck it managed to fall down the chimney is beyond me. I like to believe that it made it home to whoever keeps doves around here (there is somebody, as I see them in a circular flight quite often). Anyway, that's my tenuous story link to homing instincts.

[whisty]

Sime posted another of my local busses, so..................

[Yoghurt on a Stick]

Sime posted another of my local busses, so..................

If that's a 248 at the front as well, then you've got yourself a triple whammy there. Can anybody clarify?

[whisty]

If that's a 248 at the front as well, then you've got yourself a triple whammy there. Can anybody clarify?

Haha, good spot Mr Yoghurt Sir, looked at original pic, defo 248. You'll be wasted as a shelf stacker, mind you maybe that's the goal

Edited October 18, 2014 by whisty

[guypjfreak]

[Yoghurt on a Stick]

Haha, good spot Mr Yoghurt Sir, looked at original pic, defo 248. You'll be wasted as a shelf stacker, mind you maybe that's the goal

Nice triple whammy whisty.

I think I would indeed be wasted as a shelf stacker. Very wasted. Which reminds me - in my youth I went to visit a friend in London. He had a tesco bag which contained a not insignificant amount of grass in it, which we smoked all weekend. When it was time for me to leave he came with me part of the way on the tube as he had to go to his part time job in McDonalds. The last I saw of him for a while was watching him through the window of McDonalds wandering around with an egg on a spatula. I then turned away to get to the further tube I now needed only to see Roly of Grange Hill eating a curly wurly. I hurried past him and caught my tube. When I next contacted my friend I found out that he had been sacked by McDonalds that day for just walking around the shop with that egg on his spatula for about half an hour, not knowing what else to do. Good grass that was. If I become a shelf stacker I will make it my aim to get sacked in less time than it took my mate.

[Yoghurt on a Stick]

I can only manage the double whammy on this one;

[jeffie]

One of my mates got a 5 day pass this year from the misses and kids.

That's my standard agreement, my 5/6 days once a year where I can totally let my hair down.