Watching porn on public transport only okay if it's a rail replacement bus

TRANSPORT chiefs have confirmed that watching pornography on the bus is unacceptable unless it is a rail replacement bus.

Operators of public transport have agreed that the growing trend for men to view porn on their phones in the presence of other passengers is offensive and must halt immediately, with one exception.

A department of transport spokesman said: “For example if you’ve paid through the nose for a train ticket and suddenly you find yourself disembarking at some shithole like Newark North Gate where there’s a coach idling malevolently.

“And then, while expecting to be whisked straight back onto your train, you find yourself crawling through the middle of nowhere to call in at Retford to pick up more people when they could have just put two buses on.

“And then you queue through two miles of traffic in Doncaster, of all places, because the driver doesn’t know the area and the station’s right in the bloody centre of town. In those circumstances, porn is absolutely fine.”

Commuter Susan Traherne said: “My £170 train to London kicked us onto a coach at Lichfield Trent Valley without warning. I’m not ashamed to say we had a full orgy.”

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Manic Street Preachers horrified to discover they are still touring

THE members of the Manic Street Preachers were stunned to discover they are still playing dates across the country rather than living normal middle-aged lives.

News of a nationwide tour in May 2019 came as a surprise to the band who had presumed they had broken up a decade ago.

James Dean Bradfield said: “I got an email about Manic Street Preachers tickets, so I felt I should open it given that I was a founder member of the band.

“For some reason I will be touring for much of next year. I’ve been forced to cancel a Danube river cruise. It’s all been very distressing.”

Fan Stephen Malley said: “I can’t wait to see songs I loved in my teens being played by wizened middle-aged men with potbellies. It’ll be a welcome reminder of the ravages of time.

“I’m planning to go to the bar when they play anything from their last eight albums.”