So, I leave my house at 6 oclock,head towards the new tram station and purchase tickets,raining but all good with can in hand and looking forward to concert at the Apollo. Message appears on board saying someone has driven onto line, use tickets for a bus instead. Lovely fine rain continues to soak us as we head to bus stop you know the kind that gets you wet(as my mum used to say) but anyway no worries as beer in hand and banter going on.we soon find shelter in the bus stop..45 minutes later and 2 further bus stops walked we see a bus, shit it only goes Stockport I need Manchester. I now eventually get on the packed bus. Beers long gone. I still AM sitting on said bus, on princess parkway. Its been 2 years since I sat on a bus in which time Im only finding out now my bladder isnt what it was. Dilemma. Jump off and find somewhere to ease the burden on my bladder or sit tight. All I know is it fookin hurts at the moment and my face tells its own story of my personal predicament.
Posted on: Wed, 17 Dec 2014 20:01:49 +0000
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