Sitting onda top deck of the bus heading into town and i smell smoke down the back and eyed like to join them, the two ones, for a drag, i havint smoked in an hour and i want one. I hear the hiss of the can opening, probably some cheap lager bought by the half dozen for a fiver in a local convenience store, awful stuff and far removed from the beer bought in the premium off licences.
The talk is of social welfare and housing, Jacinta and her five children, and the announcement that smoking is illegal on all dublin buses and that those who smoke are liable for a €3,000 fine, and eye laugh at that as those that could afford the fine . . . well they wudint be smoking on the top deck of dublin bus drinking cheap lager at two thirtie ona Friday afternoon.