Aye we've moved on to burning buses...
esp ones with a DL reg or the odd moto
without its VRT... there always be a very
warm welcome for our uncle civil...
brings it all back. Slalom riding the old r75/6 up the Falls after work, through the remains of bus and vans. The hiss and screaming of the bus tyres before they pop. The sizzle of the superheated diesel in the tank, as the melted aluminium body spluttered in the road, while the broken glass of the windows sparkled went the sun broke through the thick acrid smoke that mingled with the CS gas that blanketed the area. Some vinegar on your ski mask, or so I was told, partly neutralised the gas, but it was no protection from a full on plastic bullet. The ruddy glow into the wet night.
All the kids in the area sick after stuffin themselves on the Mars bars from the hi-jacked container truck and their Ma's made as hell. The Spanish trucker with a load of stainless steel sinks, he didn't speak English, and didn't know where he was, so some lads took pity on him and sent him on his way to a safer area with a escort.
Do you know that I was too old for all that nonsense - do you remember when 25 was old?
How many buses have you Philip? are they the real aluminium body jobs or those shitty old fibreglass things that make an aul mess when they light up?
If you want to do a wee bus tour of North and West Belfast, Joe and I might be able to throw together some beers, a few hamburgers and hot dogs for the barbecue. It'll be no problem since you might be supplying the fuel, if we meet the wrong people.
I wonder if it's true that cars and bikes burn brighter when they're VRT free.
On a more serious note, it wasn't very funny when we were there, but those of us that were, and survived, can find some black humour in it.
Trying to take the piss out of others' misfortune isn't that funny, particularly when there are some malcontents who would like to drag us back down to those bad aul days.
Better to keep the day job, and forget the comedy.
