Peshwari Naan
Peshwari Naan shows that Salsabil is not on her own. National Express does not operate as well as the company wants the public to believe. In this blog Salsabil republishes material that she has found on the internet to demonstrate that she is not the only one who knows just how badly National Express operates it's coach services in the UK.Tuesday, April 07, 2009
Richard McAuliffe writes on 7th April 2009...
All aboard the Bhangra Bus!
So I said I went to London for the weekend, yeah?
As we are a bit skint we got the bus up, not the train which was all cool enough till the trip back.
We got on the National Express coach, all fine. And then the driver started his engine to leave, and also put on his music. Now this is a bit odd... usually on these coaches the driver gives you the spiel about consideration to others with regards ipods etc and if he does have a radio on you'd struggle to hear it in the front seat. Not our lovely Indian driver.
I was about 5 rows back, and the volume to me, on a moving coach, was about the same as the volume I'd have the television on. For him it must have been on "Im in the car alone and I dont want to hear myself as I sing along" volume. And it was BAAAAAD shit too.
Im not gonna pretend to like any Indian music, even roll my eyes when George Harrison whips out the sitar on a Beatles album, but this was the stuff that sounds like 4 old men being tortured while two other cunts accompany them on a kazoo and a triangle. Just fucking horrible. And he only had the one 60 minute cd... and it was a three and a half hour journey... so he looped it.
But that wasnt the most fucked up bit. What was, was that I noticed we were doing sudden swerves every 10-15 minutes. So being in an aisle I was checking the driver out in his rear view mirror and realised every now and then he had a Turban Procedure (tm).
This would involve patting the sides, patting the back, patting the sides again. A double tap on the front. Then a full slide from the back TO the front.
All this two handed
All while driving a bus full of people at 70 mph.... without any hands on the wheel
All ending in a "Oh dear, I have now drifted into the other lane" swerve.
Fun stuff. Luckily I had a cool book with me so kinda lost myself in that and tuned his shit out. Iz slept through most of it but I couldnt do that coz with the background "music" playing Im pretty sure I woulda had nightmares about that fucker from Temple of Doom coming to rip my heart out with a bit of KHALI-MAAARRR!
All aboard the Bhangra Bus!
So I said I went to London for the weekend, yeah?
As we are a bit skint we got the bus up, not the train which was all cool enough till the trip back.
We got on the National Express coach, all fine. And then the driver started his engine to leave, and also put on his music. Now this is a bit odd... usually on these coaches the driver gives you the spiel about consideration to others with regards ipods etc and if he does have a radio on you'd struggle to hear it in the front seat. Not our lovely Indian driver.
I was about 5 rows back, and the volume to me, on a moving coach, was about the same as the volume I'd have the television on. For him it must have been on "Im in the car alone and I dont want to hear myself as I sing along" volume. And it was BAAAAAD shit too.
Im not gonna pretend to like any Indian music, even roll my eyes when George Harrison whips out the sitar on a Beatles album, but this was the stuff that sounds like 4 old men being tortured while two other cunts accompany them on a kazoo and a triangle. Just fucking horrible. And he only had the one 60 minute cd... and it was a three and a half hour journey... so he looped it.
But that wasnt the most fucked up bit. What was, was that I noticed we were doing sudden swerves every 10-15 minutes. So being in an aisle I was checking the driver out in his rear view mirror and realised every now and then he had a Turban Procedure (tm).
This would involve patting the sides, patting the back, patting the sides again. A double tap on the front. Then a full slide from the back TO the front.
All this two handed
All while driving a bus full of people at 70 mph.... without any hands on the wheel
All ending in a "Oh dear, I have now drifted into the other lane" swerve.
Fun stuff. Luckily I had a cool book with me so kinda lost myself in that and tuned his shit out. Iz slept through most of it but I couldnt do that coz with the background "music" playing Im pretty sure I woulda had nightmares about that fucker from Temple of Doom coming to rip my heart out with a bit of KHALI-MAAARRR!
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