the 62 to Partick

The girls who boarded the bus (one of the new fancy one's with tv screens) at Charing Cross were soon in a scrum at the front and swearing loudly at a young asian guy. "Naw - you shut the f**k up... .....NAW - YOU shut the F**K UP". They got up the back and sat beside me and had a debrief - "If there's one thing a hate more than a junkie.... it's a Paki junkie," one said, slapping her artery on the inside of her elbow, motioning to the guy. "Ah'm no a racist, but," she added to her pal. A pleasant woman with her downs syndrome daughter talked loudly on her mobile to her husband behind me, struggling to verify their location - despite being local - "....we're at the bottom enday toon.... ......ah think it's Sint Vincent street." "haud on" she put the phone against her collar bone "dis anyone know where we ir?"
Some people responded.

I was telling this to some friends last night at a beer garden in the middle of the fringe and some tourists sitting at the other end of the bench turned and asked what play it was we'd seen.......