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We finally found our way to the stop where the coach would take us back to London and not surprisingly there were about twenty young Cockney Reds waiting to share our journey. The coach arrived and the driver came to the front door to give us all a brief warning that if there was any trouble onboard he’d kick the offenders off pronto. Keith barged to the front of the queue and when the driver asked, “Where’re you goin’?” he immediately replied, “Sunderland” to which he received a shove and the curt, “You can get off for a start!” Pete and I managed to get him allowed on and as it wasn’t very crowded we occupied a double seat each. Then a young Man Utd fan got on and sat next to me. Dave began baiting the Man Utd fans as we left the city and the driver stopped the coach twice to come up and warn him to shut up. By this stage I’d ceased to care really but luckily our opposite numbers were either too tired or had too much sense to rise to the bait and I told the lad next to me just to ignore my mate as he was pissed out of his head.
Speaking of heads we somehow arrived back in London at some horrendously early and dark hour with our own heads intact and Keith laughing at what a hoot it had all been. Twat.
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