Tuesday, 5 June 2012

Monday 28th May

In the pub, on a date with Bicycle Man. Help this is meant to be on the other blog, but I did meet the guy at the bus stop so it's tangentially related.

Lovely dog story (2)

St Bernard
Should have taken a picture really. This dog was bloody enormous and docile. He took up the whole screaming brats and orange mothers area, practically. Makes a change from the surly staffies with zonked out cracked out scally owners attached.

Lovely Dog Story (1)

It's not all angst and aggro. Maybe sometimes it's just too early to summon up the energy. A lovely big husky got on the bus. A woman made a great big fuss about him. Nothing to do with dog or owner, just a random, gushing. The dog ambled up to me, and I reached out to stroke him, keeping it pretty calm and reserved. The woman screeched, come back. His owner was a bit nonplussed. Not even her dog in the first place.
Huh. Maybe he preferred my calm approach. You wonder whether cute creatures human or animal really appreciate visible fuss and gushing.

Saturday, 5 May 2012

Time Mix Up oh No

Two Winter-of-Discontent original special punks - lad with a mauve mohican. Around 1979 I'd say. Girl a bit less convincing. A goth as well. Always more comforting than the times when there's a policeman at the back of the bus. A drunken bloke singing Que Sera Sera, dolefully.
I was wearing a Weimar Industrialist's wife outfit. Like the enemy party in a John Heartfield photomontage.
The bus hurtled apace, past the Orange Lodge which was trying to entice people in with TWO car boot sales. Tuesday and Friday. After all the sectarian jamboree isn't too far away.

Thursday, 19 April 2012

Johnny Cash - Folsom Prison Blues

Almost selling it

Very loud man, around 50:
It's not so bad, you just keep your head down, keep yourself to yourself, you'll be alright
Almost silent captive audience:
Mmmmph, OK
Very loud man:
Yeah, jail's not so bad. Just keep quiet and you're OK

Why is he telling the other bloke this (and by extension the whole bus, on account of his foghorn voice)? Is the other bloke about to do time? At first I thought he was on about the number 14 bus journey itself.
His tone was casually boastful, and reassuringly matey at the same time.

Elton John - Saturday Night's Alright For Fighting (Yellow Brick Road 14...

Hello everyone!

Or one or two people more likely.
I'll be recording overheard conversations and fights and messy telephonic breakups and downs - all in the space of a 15 minute bus journey. Enough material for a soap mini series at the very least.

I'm talking about the number 14 from Liverpool city centre to Norris Green and beyond, but if anyone has scary or amusing encounters on number 14s (or indeed any other bus number) I'd be only too glad to read them. If it's perilous and/or funny, and you feel under threat or have to bite your lip to stop laughing riotously, I'd like to know about it...

Oh yeah, and I don't do written accents. You'll have to imagine those.

Where relevant I'll drop in the odd music video. It won't be a song I like necessarily, just relevant.