Nutter on the bus

[caddyman]

On Saturday evening we caught a bus over to Walthamstow to meet westernind and forbinproject for a movie quiz. We didn’t do so bad in the first half, going in for oranges placed fourth out of about sixteen. Sadly, in the second half we were undone by our lack of in-depth knowledge of the cast lists of current releases – in many cases we didn’t even know the movie existed, much less who is in it – and an almost complete lack of knowledge (born from utter uninterest) of the drab Mike Leigh’s drab if prolific output.

For all that we fell away sharply at that point, we had a good time and I it is a shame that I shan’t be able to make the next one, which clashes with the annual GASPs weekend (see LJs passim). Maybe in January, then.

Poor old Simon was had some of the sparkle taken from the event by the fact that he was sitting next to a Glaswegian woman answering, we are led to believe, to the name Naz, who was that terrible combination of bored, outgoing and drunk, with no social graces at all. Her friends endured that equally sad combination of suffering from toe-curling embarrassment and no spines, so we pretty much to wait until alcohol and gravity took their toll.

She was not the only strange person we encountered. The bus journey over included a strange fellow two seats behind us who charitably, was deranged, or uncharitably was on drugs. Sitting alone, he passed from beatific smiles to annoyed snarls at the empty seat next to him, all the while punctuating events with the most appalling sniffing and snuffling. I watched his reflection in the bus window just in case, if you get my drift.

Sunday was spent doing very little other than shopping and mucking about on the computers. We did note that the squirrels in the back garden have discovered that we are victualing the bird feeders, of which one is a covered tray suspended from a branch of our cherry tree. I only saw one squirrel shimmy down the branch and summersault over onto the platform to fill his or her face. A little later I saw one or other of the pair jump up from the flower bed and get at the platform that way, but only Furtle has seen both squirrels at the same time. When she watched them, the one was already eating when the second jumped on and dislodged it, so the second could stuff its face. The ejectee apparently tried returning the favour and jumped back, but missed entirely, splatting on the patio instead and then retiring to nurse its pride. I should have liked to have seen that.

I have a couple of photos of one of the miscreants sitting in the bired feeder and once I can locate the leads, I shall copy them over to the PC from the camera and drop a picky on LJ.

In the evening we watched a bit of telly and played a bit of Warcrack and then suddenly it was today. Boo hiss and indeed, Chiz.

Comments

[snorkel-maiden.livejournal.com]

"he passed from beatific smiles to annoyed snarls at the empty seat next to him, all the while punctuating events with the most appalling sniffing and snuffling"

This sounds terrifyingly like my colleague Quinten. I shall find out if he was in London over the weekend.... :)

[bluesman.livejournal.com]

a strange fellow two seats behind us who charitably, was deranged, or uncharitably was on drugs.

Almost as nightmarish as the proverbial public transport drunkard. I think that God designated me at birth to be a magnet for such people. If there's an *rseh*le on the bus, guess who he sits next to or shouts at, becoming increasingly hostile when I ignore him but look disgusted?

Thank goodness, I've hardly had to ride public transport in the colonies for several years...

[ladkyis.livejournal.com]

Aah, that's the nutter on the bus that is. Mr Jasper Carrott told us all about him years ago. I still chickle about it when reminded, the same as I do when a fire-engine goes past and I remember Eric Morcambe