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I got one of these today and to my amazement there was actually enough space for me to sit in one of the seats upstairs without my legs being squashed up against the seat in from of me. Could it be that some designer somewhere has come to the realisation that there are actually a large number of people out there who are taller than 5?9??


Anyway the 40 stops behind my house and buggers up my TV reception so a pox on it and all who travel in it.

And how pleasantly soft and cushy the seats are for the boney of arse of this world. It was like sitting on a 2 tiered Victoria sponge but without all the usual liberal guilt you get from using cake as a cushion while people in Slough are forced to eat salt laden sandwiches from Tesco.

annaj Wrote:

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> The upholstered back seats are not only good news

> for the bony-bottomed, Bredan, but also very nice

> for those of us (or perhaps it's just me) who used

> to slide off the old seats everytime the bus

> stopped or took a corner a bit fast.

>

> Very happy with the new 40s.


Nope not just you Anna. They were especially tricky when wearing nice smooth, shiny suit trousers. It was an interesting way to get to know other commuters a bit better.

That depends, were you on the fucking bus last night when it stopped outside my window for ten minutes, disrupting the channel 4+1 signal and consequently my dinnertime episode of the Simpsons? Non-slip, bum-friendly seats are all well and good but a man can only take so much of Marge?s blue, bouffant crackling and pixilating to an electronic staccato after a hard day at work.

That depends, were you on the @#$%& bus last night when it stopped outside my window for ten minutes



I was. I was struck by the sight of a half-naked man dunking handfuls of Wotsits into a tin of beans, whilst swearing at a flickering blue screen. I haven't seen the like since I last visited the IT department to ask for a new mouse battery.

Brendan Wrote:

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> That depends, were you on the @#$%& bus last night

> when it stopped outside my window for ten minutes,

> disrupting the channel 4+1 signal and consequently

> my dinnertime episode of the Simpsons? Non-slip,

> bum-friendly seats are all well and good but a man

> can only take so much of Marge?s blue, bouffant

> crackling and pixilating to an electronic staccato

> after a hard day at work.



Get a decent aerial!

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