Last Friday I went up to my local town centre. I've mentioned it before; it's "chav capital", full of teenage mums and truanting children. Not the most inspiring of places really. Anyway, it was a short trip so that I could spoil myself and buy all of the things I wanted for my birthday but didn't actually ask for.. good excuse for a splurge if there ever was one!
I got what I wanted and caught the bus back. This sounds like a simple procedure but ended up being the most tedious, drawn-out journey I have ever taken. There's something about sharing a bus with people in Telford that contributes to this.
I was sat in front of some cockmunch and his possible girlfriend, who — as well as sharing their conversation at the top of their voice — decided that the bus would be the perfect place to share their vast depository of mobile ringtones. Or rather, the first 3 seconds of every track. Doo-bee-doo *skip* bee-bop-bah *skip* and so on. There is nothing more infuriating than a) having to listen to what some people consider "music" these days and b) having to listen to only 3 seconds of each shitty bloody track.
It is because of this foul specimen we call a human that I have decided to buy my next t-shirt: Your Ringtone Sucks. Yes! Finally, a new t-shirt I like and a subtle way to mock the ignorant. Of course, that assumes they can read...