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Oui!!! Treès, treès bon!! Merveilleux!!!! It was treès, treès bon plus les grandes knobs.

The bus driver was like a sort of mobile version of Elvis Attwood, our school caretaker– i.e. very old, mad and bad-tempered, but sitting in a bus rather than a hut. I said to Mobile Elvis, “Bonsoir, mon très old garçon. Mon amie et moi désire deux billets pour Deansgate, s’il vous plaît.”

He understood we wanted to go to Deansgate but unluckily, like all very old mad people, thought he could be funny and witty. He gave us the tickets (full fare! Yesss!!! Result!!!!). I handed over the money and he said, “Merci buckets.” Then he laughed himself senseless (easy enough as he was mad in the first place). I thought he would choke to death because he was laughing so much, but sadly he didn’t.

What is the matter with people?