Went ‘uptown’ on Saturday with Debs and Kimmy – y’know, one of those spur-of-the-moment things. Ended up in Leicester Square. Drank (a lot). Danced (a lot). Marvelled at the amount of Eastern Europeans and gay men.
Got the night bus home, which involved a young ‘man’ losing the plot over a lost phone and head-butting the door repeatedly. The bus driver then went on strike and refused to move until said young phone-less twat evicted the bus. Cue passengers calming down the twat. He did eventually leave.
Further down the road, it became apparent that his head had broken the door, at which point the bus driver lost the plot and started ranting, “f*ck this for a game of soldiers, f*ck the insurance, I don’t care if you all fall out” etc etc. Cue passengers calming down the bus driver. We did eventually get home.