DD_Brando Posted April 30, 2012 Report Share Posted April 30, 2012 Cap'n Jack's excellent tale reminded me of another bus joke, this one from the Emerald Isle, via London Transport. One Saturday night a small group of Irishmen go out on a pub-crawl in London and end up, totally plastered, way down on the South side of the river, many miles from their lodging-house in Willesden, NW10. A quick whip round shows they have just a few shillings between them, nothing like taxi-fare, and they commence a long night's walk on the hard and unyielding pavements of London. After a couple of miles they come to a bus garage, where the day buses are stored and serviced overnight. All is dark and quiet it's so late, and one of the guys has a brainwave. "Wait here lads, I'm gonna borrow a bus" says Mickey Flynn. Mick used to drive for LT several years ago, so the rest of the lads help him over a wall and settle down to wait. Minutes pass.... until they hear the familiar sound of a big diesel coughing into life. Spirits lift, and then fall again as they hear the first of a succession of crashes and bangs and scrapings of metal that seems to go on for hours.... though really just about ten minutes ..... until a battered red bus emerges from the garage, with a triumphant Mickey at the wheel. The lads pile aboard and fall into the luxury of the padded seats. "What kept you Michael, shouts one of them, and what was all that Godawful racket?" "Oh, sure, and the silly sods had parked the number 56 right at the back of the line!" Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sweper Posted April 30, 2012 Report Share Posted April 30, 2012 Ouch..! Sounds like me on a take off. That "Oh, sure, and the silly sods had parked the number 56 right at the back of the line!" - line, got me Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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