by Sling » Sat Jan 02, 2010 9:07 am
I suppose I could relate the tale of how I had to spend over an hour walking to a gig I had to play at some shitty pub, becuase the bus driver misinformed me. The fun thing being, some cunt from my course who I absolutely loathe was on that same bus and ended up walked with me.
So, as part of my music course, we have to play gigs at this really shitty pub called The Tap. It doesn't really help that this pub is in Sandown (the bus services to and from there are really infrequent). I finish for the day, but have a few hours until I need to be there, so I decide to get the number 3 bus as it goes the long long LONG way (it goes through two other towns and takes about an hour to get to Sandown). Of course, as aforementioned, someone from my course whom I cannot stand to be in the same room as gets on the same bus. Luckily he didn't say anything on the bus. However, when the bus gets to Shanklin, the bus driver tells me that the bus doesn't go near where we need to go and tells me to quickly get off the bus and get on the number 2 bus which is just ahead (they both stop for awhile in Shanklin for some reason). Shitface follows me. As I am walking towards the other bus, it speeds off and then the other bus drives off, leaving me stranded with someone who looks like Colonel Herzog from Dead Snow and is such an insecure loser that they feel it neccessary to psychologically project every single fault and failing of their's onto anyone they come across. This is someone with no friends, who is really sloppy at playing guitar, who never practices anything, who is really unhealthy and unhygienic and everybody hates him. I could probably write a good paragraph or two and just how big of a loser this kid is. Also, he constantly brags the fact he has a girlfriend (as if this somehow magically negates all of his shortcomings), despite the fact she is ugly and he has admitted that he never gets any sex. Either way, so I'm stuck with this loser, and the next bus isn't for another fucking hour, so I have to walk, with this cunt trailing behind me, constantly complaining about the cold and that he is exhausted. Hilarity ensued when I kept mistaking where we were becuase a) it was dark and b) everything on the Isle of Wight looks the fucking same. After about an hour, I got the both of us to Sandown, only to see a bus with a load of my fellow college students on go whizzing past (it wasn't coming from Shanklin though). After about 10 or so minutes wandering though Sandown, I found the pub in question. Upon reaching the pub, the first two people I saw was some guy who was bi and some guy who is quite clearly gay (yet frequently denies it). That was the only time I have ever been glad to see two gays in my life.
There are probably a number of other hilarious (mis)adventures of mine I could relate too, but I can;t be bothered to remember them, let alone type them up in a word format.
In this day and age, an era where there are people who actually throw shit at each other, anything, could be possible.