Uncle Gerald, my friend and I, short-trousered, clutching a halfpenny each, stuck our hands out as a Midland Red approached. This was inside the city boundary, where as you probably know, the agreement that BMMO had with BCT was that BMMO wouldn`t poach BCT`s passengers, which we as ten-year olds didn`t know about. We only wanted to travel one stop, about 300 yards, just for fun. Anyway, the Midland Red stopped and we got on. The conductor. being told where we wanted to get off, the next stop, called us all sorts of names, shouted to the passengers on the upper deck that he had two lazy so-and-so kids on the bus, and refused to stop the bus at the next stop. We had a long walk back, but none the worse for the experience, and still clutching our halfpennies.
Keep out of the `orseroad, Uncle Gerald,
Mike