  Amusing bus journey to and from Manchester. As I was getting on at Glasgow, a guy was being refused entry to the bus for being too drunk. AT HALF TEN IN THE MORNING. Then another drunk guy on the journey home started getting aggressive at Glasgow because he thought the bus was going to Newcastle.
He demanded that the driver take him there, and was promptly and correctly told to fuck right off. Of Manchester itself, I got off the bus and discovered that the city centre there is actually the coldest place in the world. None of yer Antarctica pish, it was here. Cold as hell, with a biting wind from all directions. Wasn't there long enough to see much of the city, but it seems pretty similar to most city centres, although it does have a tram system of sorts (the metrolink, I think it's called).
Got some sleep on the bus home, but not much. mainly because some god-damn bitch ass motherfucking idiot was playing some games on their fucking phone the whole way. Didn't help that there was a kid crying down the front either. But apprently it was part of the party meant to be going to Newcastle, so it got its comeuppance. 
