After a nice friends birthday in a poncy South London bar (The Lost Society) I decided to brave it home on a night bus back to far East London at3am in the morning.
Thus ensued an hour of standing up, being squashed and watching utter drunkards/druggies try and cram more of their wasted arses onto the EXIT door on the side of the bus. Muppets!
At one point the door wouldn't close and the bus driver stopped the engine and turned the lights out :S
Finally got home and then crashed onto my bed. Thankfully the friend was worth all this, but I will think twice before I get on one of those again!