Man qualifies as hottie, for bus

A MEDIOCRE-LOOKING man has qualified as attractive in the context of a bus, it has emerged.

Tom Logan, who would otherwise be ranked as a six out of ten on a good day in the real world, has been classified as sexually attractive when compared to the hordes of hideous undesirables commonly found riding a bus.

Fellow passenger Emma Bradford said: “Elsewhere I wouldn’t look twice at Tom’s unremarkable face. But here, among this gaggle of exhausted commuters and pensioners, he’s an Adonis.

“Perhaps it’s the exhaust fumes talking, but I reckon I could actually look at Tom naked without being sick. If I had to make out with any of my fellow passengers, it would definitely be him by default.

“His underbite is barely noticeable from where I’m sitting. And his receding hairline almost looks distinguished against a backdrop of worn out seats and cracked windows. Of course those flaws will become immediately apparent the second I get off at my stop.

“I’m guessing he’s only blessing us with his presence because this is his rail replacement service. That’s the only possible explanation for someone of his middling calibre slumming it with us uggos.”

Logan said: “That man with relatively straight teeth better not flag us down or I’m f**ked.”

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White-collar worker fantasising about manual job he wouldn’t last five minutes in

A PAMPERED office worker is daydreaming of ditching his desk job for manual labour that would immediately destroy him.

IT worker Joseph Turner, whose most strenuous daily task involves adjusting his ergonomic chair, is idly fantasising about ruining his fragile body by becoming something more manly like a welder, bricklayer or hod carrier.

Turner said: “Working in a role that won’t wreck me by the time I’m 40 is fine enough. But there’s something truly noble about lugging around sacks of concrete while being shouted at by a guy called Gaz.

“Slowly responding to tickets in a condescending manner while putting minimal strain on my joints doesn’t command the same respect as toiling away on a construction site. Plus the banter is just memes sent over Slack, and none of it’s delightfully problematic.

“Admittedly, I don’t own a toolbox and my soft, delicate hands have never even changed a lightbulb, but how punishing can bone-grinding manual labour actually be? I did the first week of Couch to 5K a couple of years ago which shows I’m physically capable.

“Oh, who am I kidding, I just want to be paid to read the Sunday Sport in a van.”

Plasterer Wayne Hayes said: “Joseph’s welcome to swap with me. I’ve always fantasised about earning shitloads for telling people to restart their computers.”