Twittererer

Seriously, I'm a twit.
If you're a twit too, follow me why don't you? [It's one of these things I made an account for ages ago and forgot about til they emailed me then I remembered, only I didn't make it in my blog name (or my real name for that matter) so don't let that confuse you, it's still me typing and you getting to read it, you lucky things.]

Also, just so this isn't a useless post (why settle for useless when I can go for entirely useless?), and to continue the bus-y theme from before, you might like to know that my past bus journeys have featured:
- A fat man clutching a Glasgow Sweet House box to his chest and scoffing jalebis
- A drunk man drinking beer and smoking a tiny dog-end cigarette, the kind with something smellier than tobacco in
- A drunk man arguing with a woman who told him to stop smoking, but he said he wasn't pished enough yet
- A drunk man who had a small dog wearing a jacket, and it sat beside me. Drunk man kept proclaiming that doggy was his best friend, better than any human, and had an IQ of 120 and like to play Countdown and smoke joints with drunk man
- [All of the above were on the same bus journey!]
- Oh and one time a guy sat beside me and started drinking, but he was already so drunk that he fell asleep ON MY SHOULDER and spilled beer all over the floor.

The End.