After the Whitworth, I walked back down Oxford Road towards 8th Day. Just before I got there, I passed a middle aged man who was sitting on the pavement outside one of the innumerable café/takeaways, reading a book. Just as I was passing, a woman stuck her head out of the door and told him his dinner was cooking now, and he could come in for it soon.
In Oxfam in Piccadilly, my browsing of the books, CD’s and handbags was soundtracked by the deliciously mancunian ‘The Hour Of The Bewilderbeast’.
On Market Street I moved swiftly past the bellowing evangelist, who rants rather than doing the more traditional catechisms, and soon came across a clarinet player, in his sixties at least I’d estimate, playing ‘Pretty Woman’ as a fifty something Bez lookalike in a hoodie, trainers and trackies did a sort of Bez like hip hop ish shuffle to it. When I was coming back, they’d switched to ‘Stayin’ Alive’, but it was much the same dance. The crowd they drew suggests a big local cult following.
The bus back home was packed, and had an alarming start when a scallie ripped open the emergancy door from the outside and started bellowing insults at his two friends on the back seat. After a couple of minutes he slammed the door shut, then appeared at the window on the other side, jumping up and down like a terrier, whilst battering the window and shouting. A particularly stern staredown by an older guy in a hoodie in front of the back seat only seemed to encourage him, he started jumping higher and more urgently whilst making ‘I’ll ave yer!’ type gestures. The bus driver closed the door about thirty seconds later, leaving him on the pavement with the luckless souls who’d decided to wait for a less full 192.
I did once consider doing a bus blog, but decided not to because it wouldn’t work if you use mainly the same bus route. It would have been better to do it when I was a casual worker, travelling to lots of different bits of Stockport, as I used to get the 313 and the 11 on a fairly regular basis, and all the bizarre stuff that didn’t happen on the 192 usually happened on those two bus routes.