My big Brov, tells a tale of me, which I don't remember... which included a heavy snow fall in Central Edinbro, me telling him 'not to live his life like a Tom Waits song' whilst i proceeded to use a fresh salmon to stop a night bus between bus stops on Princes St. The bus fishtailed (hoho)in the snow to an emegency stop upseting all on board. I then attempted to tell the driver (wrongly) that I was really at a bus stop and what i thought of his driving, lucky my Brother: Pinheed, had the good grace to batter (hoho) me about the head with the salmon, much too the amusement of the driver and upset passengers, needless to say the fish never made it home with me and was, perhaps, left on the bus.
My Brov once left four years worth of paintings, sketches and canvases on the Lisbon to Paris bus.You know how it feels when you lose a couple of pages when you don't 'save'on yer PC? multiply that feeling by four years!! he was gutted ( Sorry King Trout, thats the last fishy reference I hope)
The biggest thing ever left on a bus was me! I once awoke at the back of a double decker in Musselburgh Bus depot at about 3am. All the depot doors were locked from the outside and it was very dark, very cold and spooky. That was when the pubs shut at 11, so feck know how long I had been there or what majical mystery tour I took to get there.
Middenpus
