Original Painting on paper - Only ONE in the world! 29.7 cm x 42cm
I never really told anyone this but when I was 14 I was on the bus home from school and it was pure hoachin full of all sorts of cunts (folk), I didn’t really need to get two buses, but I guess something about getting on overcrowded public transport evokes a sense of big city life which I’d latterly recognised as vital to my happiness - wee 14 year old Lewster was perhaps getting his fix of metropolitan living by getting the A1 bus to Old Belmont in a medium sized seaside town on a Tuesday aifternin. Aren’t we funny? Anyway You know what’s not funny. This next bit. Owing to the overcrowding many people had to stand, me being one of them, towards the front. Two older ladies stood up to get off one in her late 60s, grey permed hair, and the other was older, presumably her mother, also with grey permed hair but a slight wee thing compared to her daughter. The bus was still moving, or started moving suddenly go get into the bus stop across fae Morrisons. The second, older lady jolted and her foot landed on my size 12 black wallaby shoes (so cool at the time) - this caused her to stumble and fall hitting her hip off a railing. It was awful. She couldn’t get up and was in a lot of pain. We all had to wait on the bus until an ambulance came for her. The bus shouldn’t have been moving if who older ladies were trying to get off, and my foot was as far out the way as I could have possibly placed it - but another woman with darker hair also permed and short - y’know that older lady style they have in Scotland, took the opportunity to say ‘Ye sit doon afore ye put anyane else in the hospital’ in a typical radgey gran type of way. Another woman with short, highlighted pixie cut, in her late 30’s - said ‘ooh it was not your, fault, not your fault at all’ to try and detract from Granny Mental’s statement, but I obviously felt awful for the pare wummin. I sat down. And then got off again two stops later.
Original Painting on paper - Only ONE in the world! 29.7 cm x 42cm
I never really told anyone this but when I was 14 I was on the bus home from school and it was pure hoachin full of all sorts of cunts (folk), I didn’t really need to get two buses, but I guess something about getting on overcrowded public transport evokes a sense of big city life which I’d latterly recognised as vital to my happiness - wee 14 year old Lewster was perhaps getting his fix of metropolitan living by getting the A1 bus to Old Belmont in a medium sized seaside town on a Tuesday aifternin. Aren’t we funny? Anyway You know what’s not funny. This next bit. Owing to the overcrowding many people had to stand, me being one of them, towards the front. Two older ladies stood up to get off one in her late 60s, grey permed hair, and the other was older, presumably her mother, also with grey permed hair but a slight wee thing compared to her daughter. The bus was still moving, or started moving suddenly go get into the bus stop across fae Morrisons. The second, older lady jolted and her foot landed on my size 12 black wallaby shoes (so cool at the time) - this caused her to stumble and fall hitting her hip off a railing. It was awful. She couldn’t get up and was in a lot of pain. We all had to wait on the bus until an ambulance came for her. The bus shouldn’t have been moving if who older ladies were trying to get off, and my foot was as far out the way as I could have possibly placed it - but another woman with darker hair also permed and short - y’know that older lady style they have in Scotland, took the opportunity to say ‘Ye sit doon afore ye put anyane else in the hospital’ in a typical radgey gran type of way. Another woman with short, highlighted pixie cut, in her late 30’s - said ‘ooh it was not your, fault, not your fault at all’ to try and detract from Granny Mental’s statement, but I obviously felt awful for the pare wummin. I sat down. And then got off again two stops later.
