Bruised Thing

 

It’s the first time I’ve got the Nightride bus home in ages, and of course something has to happen on the way home.  OF COURSE.  It couldn’t just be a normal trip home, could it?  

The picture above are my fellow Nightriders getting off the bus to see what happened to the compact car that just hit our bus head-on.  It sounds worse than it was if you’re concerned about people’s health.  No one was hurt.  It’s just as bad as you think if you’re concerned about my mental health at being stuck in the cold rain at 4am with douchebags like this thanks to some dropkick fishtailing his little rice rocket around a corner.


This is what the car was left with.  There’s some debris, and there’s the almost non-existent damage to the bus.  Those things are giant bricks, I tell you.  If you’re wondering why I have pics… well, I got a digital camera for my birthday, and in 2 weeks I’ve taken 700 pictures.  Some guy did say to me "Why the hell are you taking pictures?", but then I pointed to 3 of his mates standing there doing the same thing, cackling with glee and he shut the fuck up. As he should.  

When it hit, I was half-asleep, vaguely aware of the guy next to me staring at me while I slept.  It’d be nice to think he was in love with the sight of me sleeping, but in actual fact it was a look of hatred because I’m pretty sure I was snoring.   The impact made the front of the bus lift up just a smidge, and I thought we’d hit a person and run over their head or something.  This guy up the front shouted "FUCK!" and when his friend berated him for overreacting he said "No, no, I think that was a person…"   I did feel sick on the way home because of this experience.  I know no one was hurt but those few seconds of not knowing what we’d hit, of the bus driver suddenly pulling over and jumping out…  **shudders**

For once, though, the Nightride bus wasn’t he highlight of my night.  I went to the Surry Hills festival with an old high school friend and then went to a gig with Omar.  Two of the bands playing were friends of Pony Club, and they were great.  The other bands were boring as shit.  Plate Captain Frank was the best – he’s a dreadlocked dude that is always at Pony Club parties and seems pretty cool.  I’ve been told about his act before but I didn’t realise how good it was. He wore a gimp mask and sung a cover of Avril Lavigne’s Girlfriend.  Then he pretended to masturbate.  He has a really good voice too.  

Below is Plate Captain Frank x 2 and Deaf Hedge.  I has a Plate Captain Frank video I will provide one day in the distant future. 


 Deaf Hedge were also full of win. They did these little ads from their "sponsors" in between each song, and they related to the songs they played, and did skits and it was just really… creative… they put lots of thought into a performance and I appreciated it very muchly.

At the end of his set, Plate Captain Frank leapt off the stage, walked over some bar stools and jumped on a couple sitting near the bar.  This knocked over a drink.  He fell over them on to the floor and kicked over a couple of tables breaking more glasses.  It was epic win.  The couple complained and now Plate Captain Frank can’t play at the Sly Fox anymore.