iafrica.com: Trouble on the 143
Yesterday I had an encounter with that most evil of all living species: working class, white, English teenagers. OK, they were barely teenagers and about half my size, but that didn’t stop me from pushing one into a wall. Wait, hang on. Let me rewind a bit, so that you don’t think I’m some sort of bully.
It all started in bus. Not a typical English bus like the ones you see bouncing happily along the streets of central London. It was the #143, a garden-variety people carrier. I was sitting staring out the window, calm and peaceful like, when the driver stops to pick up commuters. The doors swing open, their hydraulic hinges aggressively forcing them apart.
