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Was the pleb OK ? I was once horrendously unwell on the tube. Almost blacked out on the train but managed to hang on till I got to Baker St where I threw up on the tracks in between the carriages. Nobody bothered to help or ask if I was OK. Guess I'm just a pleb! Makes you sick dunnit?!

I can see this one headed for the lounge pretty sharpish


Re: the oyster thing. That's teh very reason I ONLY buy weekly or monthly travel cards. Too many journeys stop before destination and it's a devil of a job to get drivers to recognize the fact. With a travel card it matters not a jot


re: the other thing. I was on a train back from Tivertin to Exeter one evening with a friend and I notice the business man behind us was feeling the worse for wear. After about 15 mins I could tell the game was up so I told my friend to duck NOW. Just in time... I'll omit the rest because it is far too foul to repeat here. But I still think of the poor woman 2 seats further up

You should have asked the driver for a ticket, you shouldn't have to pay twice.


I have to admit that I was very sick, projectile, all over the place, very messy on the morning bus into Manchester. I just couldn't stop. There really wasn't anything I could have done, but get up and walk of the bus.



I can't imagine it would be a quick job? Driver pulls over, gets his Marigolds on, gets to work, disposes of the whole shebang (where?)


By that stage most people would have gotten off anyway and found another bus - but I still agree people shouldn't be charged twice

I thought at first that the title of this thread was an instruction!


I remember getting the 176 back from West End a few years ago at about one o'clock on a Sunday morning so you can imagine the assortment of pissed up revellers on board attempting to make their way home. Well, there was one young lady about 18 or so who was sitting on the ground floor and was being copiously sick. When I say copiously, I mean copiously! It was like the little girl in the story with her porridge pot, we just didn't know where it was coming from. Her mates were tittering away with a mixture of horror and embarrassment as the puddle spread like an oil slick along the floor and the sight of other passengers desperately attempting to avoid the rising tide reaching their footwear was something I will never forget. I would have laughed myself silly as well were it not for the fact that I was not too far away from her and the smell suggested she had been eating dog-food or something like that.


Obviously the driver had no intention of stopping to deal with the situation and Ididn't envy the cleaners who would have to deal with the mess.

I've always managed to get off the bus just in time... usually followed by a lengthy vomit session along Walworth Rd.


I know what it's like though... sitting there hoping that the nausea will subside, only for it to get worse and worse every time the driver breaks or turns a corner. My advice - don't deny the inevitable, get off the bus and do the decent thing!

I'm quite lucky in that I very rarely get sick from drink.


Sick on buses is very unpleasant, but I always try to offer a sympathetic smile to the sickee, as it's really horrible being ill, and it's not like they've planned to ruin your day.


I remember being on a 177 from Plumstead to Peckham once, when this absolutely horrid piss artist got his cock out and just started pissing on the floor (very nearly hitting my bag!). Now he did not get a symathetic smile!

I once managed it on the tube on the way to Upton Park with a severe hangover.

I necked a strawberry milkshake in an attempt at sugary rehydration, and it returned as a bright pink puddle about 5 minutes later whilst still trapped on the carriage.

It was quite a sight, I apologised profusely to fellow passengers, but it was basically glorified (well, debased) spilt milkshake at the end of the day.

I know, it was literally one stop from the end of the line, he could have waited! I just remember a really big African bloke pointing at him and shouting "you dirty dirty man", which I have to admit made me chuckle to myself (once I'd grabbed my bag out the way of the stream spreading across the floor!)..


He refused to leave the bus, so the driver said fine, and took the bus in to the station where the police were waiting for him.

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