Poles on a bus.

had a not bad day off.weather was okay.
got the DVD i was after My Nane Is Earl.
booked an appontment for a tattoo.
saw some of the freakiest folk ,i had ever seen.
the theatre production of Todd Brownings Freaks must be in town again.
pleased to meet you....one of us.

and then it all went horribly wrong.

a bunch of Polish folk got on the bus(maybe not Polish,but deffo eastern european)they sprawled  themselves all around the bus,feet on seats,sitting sideways with their arms hangin over the back of the seat(which annoyed one guy,ME,as the fukker kept hitting the paper i was trying to read).then to make matters worse they all STARTED SHOUTING AND TALKING REALLY FAST OVER EACH OTHER FOR THE NEXT 30 MINUTES.why do all tourists do this?we have enuff of our own noisy fucks for the busses ,we do not need anymore.
i got off the bus with a headache and my ears whistling like i had been at a gig.
then i went to the shops.....andthere was my saviour........Becks Beer.......4 bottles for the price of 3........ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
and as i type,i pause.....................to pop open number 4.
beer,the cause and the soloution to all yer problems- borrowed from Homer J hisself.