24 October, 2006

430 bus from Redhill

430 from Redhill 24/10/06
I honestly couldn't believe my ears, got on the bus home from Redhill tonight and sat right at the back were two naughty chav girls who (looked about 10, and) were screaming into a mobile phone which was set on hands free (so thus, all the other passengers could hear the person on the other end talking, it being a noisy MP3 playing model) -

I took minutes of the meeting for your convenience -

Girl 1 - *swearwords*
Girl 2 - *more swearwords*
Girl 1 - "Yeh, but 'ave you gone to the clinic?"
Ollie (I clocked his name after the phone call finished as you will see) - "Yeh, 'course I 'ave" (gruff voice, but obviously just out of puberty and putting it on)
Girl 1 - "Yeh, so you've got some medicine then?"
Ollie - "No, they said I didn't need none!"
Girl 2 - "Yeh, right, she ain't f**king stupid!"
Girl 1 - "Look, ring me back, right! I ain't got no credit for this!"
Ollie - "No, I can't, I've got football"
Girl 1 - "NO, ring me back, that's well out of order!"
Ollie - "I've got to go to FOOTBALL (exasperated) well bad..."
Girl 1 - "Alrigh' so ring me after that! I'm pregnant remember!"
*eyes stand out on stalks*
Girl 2 - *swears*
Ollie - "Can't, going over Paulines"
Girl 1 - "Wot? You gonna give her genital warts too then?"
*stunned/shocked expression crosses Fink's face*
Ollie - "Yeh, wotEVER"
Girl 1 - "So, you gonna call me l8er?"
Ollie - "Wotever" (deadpan)
*hangs up*
(Girl 1 and Girl 2 now spend the next 3 stops of the journey discussing how lame/gay Ollie is, how she has been itching in a private place and isn't sure if it's genital warts as *she* hasn't checked it out, and *most importantly* ISN'T PREGNANT! Then...)

Girl 1 - "Ya know wot...? I really fancy Ollie..."

FinkAngel - (in his mind) *swears loudly*

Jesus... >;(


gincoleaves said...

Now here is topic one could write about until the cows come home, I see and hear young girls misbehaving (in public) and using foul language all the time. I know it takes all types to make a world, but honostly, self respect and the respect for others is as dead as the Dodo!! Perhaps they think It's cool!! ? ?

Anonymous said...

If you can think of nothing better to do than rub shoulders with pregnant teens, and work shy,dole scum,benefit seeking council housers,then Redhill is the place for you!
If you've ever had the misfortune to be in Redhill on, say, a Friday night, you too must have suffered the fighting,vomiting, and general nastiness of this town that manners forgot. It gets better too.....now that the old embassy nightclub has been 'blinged' up to the 'glitzy' Liquid/Envy shiteclub, you can bring upon yourself a whole night of violence, whether you want to be involved or not. It doesn't take much to get in there either, as long as your drunk,have breasts,or know the bouncers best mates sister, your in! And if you think it can't get any better than that, head on down to Favourite Chicken for your very own helping of vomit burger, and if your really lucky, a good old fashioned stabbing. Seriously, this has actually happened outside here. When you've recovered from your night of hell, why not pop into Redhill in the day, for yet another eye opening (to say the least) experience of this charming little town. You may encounter a fight outside mcdonalds, a 13 year old from Warwick school asking you to buy them cigarettes,or a trail of 11, at a push, 12 year olds with their own little sproglets dressed to the nines in Burberry, and something pink and fluffy. Welcome to Redhill! Have a nice day!"

¨°º©[ Fink ]©º°¨ said...

Hehehe! What a brilliant comment! It's more of a post in it's own right! ;)

Anonymous, you should blog... ;)

I had ribs from "Favorite chicken" once, they were so dry and chewy they were almost jerky...foul...still, at least there's a KFC now, so it's not *all* bad, things are looking up... ;)

¨°º©[ Fink ]©º°¨ said...

Ginco, it's just testing the boundaries, I suppose each generation has done it, and each time more ground will go, two idiot kids on my train the other day held us up for 20 minutes by opening the train doors with a stolen conductors key, not a single commuter (on the *packed* train) moved to intervene...(well, had I known, and they had been in my carriage I may have done!), but in the end it took the train driver to actually walk down the train and tell them off...

gincoleaves said...

Hi Fink, Well, with your daily experiences, on train/bus trips,
you'll never run out of blogging material, haahaha!!
But...er... I'm still chewing on that anonymous comment you received, WOW! It almost blew my hiking boots right off my feet --
Anonymous, listen to Fink, and blog away!!
As I'm familiar with London City only, please, where is Redhill ?
Have pity on dosey Gincoleaves, :-)

¨°º©[ Fink ]©º°¨ said...

It's south of London, just over the M25...see here...

gincoleaves said...

WOW! Thanks very much :-)

Tom Hopwood said...
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Tom Hopwood said...

Apart from the shiteclub, and substitue Kebab house for Favourite Chicken that description fits Dorking exactly, sadly, probably 85% of British towns as well. Morals and respect have left the building. Take the parents out and shoot them for inflicting these horrors on us.

Brooke-Sarina said...

Hello, I was just passing through and noticed your writing about that chav phone conversation. well what can i say? it sums up the bad youth culture of today, little to no respect, illiteracy, no refinement and little education. Well done for raising your expierence to attention. Some of the comments are so funny on Redhill.. probably because it's very true in reflecting todays realitys.