  Oh woe!! Woe is me! For the bitterest of all betrayals has occurred. Those who I thought were the stout yeomans of common sense. Those who I thought untouchable by the pervading trend in idiocy. Those I thought I could trust. Yes, The Drivers now merit their own entry after a particularly painful episode. Previously, I had thought that these men, these long suffering footsoldiers had been immune to this ill wind. But now they have joined the ranks of the damned. Picture the scene. I am engaged in reading a particularly ludicrous passage of The Spear by James Herbert.
Enjoyable nonsense, a real page-turner. I was looking forward to delving into the netherworld of the vividly described nazi version of the Wicker Man, drifting home in enjoyable isolation. Cocooning myself no less into a steel case of oblivion to the collected Bus Mongs around me. But no! No! No such favour would be granted. Liltingly, deceptively, music started to play, it sounded ambient almost. Background ambience - this could have even enhanced the experience. But no, the half formed smile was snatched from my face and it's foetus crushed under the foot of aural pain.
The driver, under some crazed spell, had brought his tape. His Phil Collins tape. As the whiny slaphead wove his terminally mediocre melodies around my ears, I felt close to tears. "Oooone more night-ah" Far from being a paen to his leaving love, it seemed he was mocking me. One more night of this bland shite assaulting my ears.
One more night of pain. I resorted to placing my headphones on my head, musicless, just to buffer my senses from this assualt by this erstwhile geography-teacher's music collection. To no avail. To no avail. I write this with tears in my ears. Actually, thinking about it, the drivers are usually arseholes anyway - what did I expect? Other drivers deserve passages to themselves, entire posts. This, usually inoffensive, chap had offended by offering offensively inoffensive music to my offended ears. But still, I shall be more wary of resting on my bus laurels. If I lower my guard, they strike. 
