Walking from the #peasantwagon to my Grandad's.

Peasants Revenge.

A veritable cornucopia of arseholism on the peasant wagon from hell this aft. Something for everybody. Prams...screaming kids...dogs...bags taking up valuable seating space...more prams...things on sticks. Surprisingly no B.O. though, which was a plus. God only knows what the top deck had in store for the weary grafter...

Had to ride side saddle on the peasant wagon this morning. Seems they got Tatoo from Fantasy Island to model for the seats.

You'd have laughed on the peasant wagon this afternoon...a little girl, surprisingly well behaved for a change said, 'Nana...are you from the olden days?'. Much guffawing and tittering and holding of bellies were to be had by all. Beats sweary domestics via mobile phone, which is the usual in-flight entertainment I usually have to endure for £1.70.

Had to shuffle me from the smelling of pee side of the peasant wagon this evening to the alcoholics and flowery language side. Easier on the nose though...

Another pearl of wisdom uttered on the peasant wagon this morning. 'I like it when it's busy ‘on't’ road coz you can look into people's cars to see if there are any fit 'bastuds'...' Felt like turning around and saying 'there's one sat right in front of you, love' but she may have had a knife.

It's not surprising that when they do bacterial tests on the seats of peasant wagons all they find is excrement. It doesn't help matters when you get ladies walking off with their jogging pants down to their ankles.