A
popular nickname for a not-so-
popular company.
Traversing their way around the nether-regions of the UK is Canal Coaches. Offering shite service is simply not enough for Canal's; shite value, shite busses and an appalling safety record combine to make Canal's one of the least-like companies in the
history of Lincolnshire transport. Even more so than
Microsoft, I believe.
Canal's vehicles, bought in 1969 and not serviced since, have become some-what of a laughing point. You
don't actually have to see the company livery to recognise a Canal's vehicle, the plumes of black smoke, the door that won't shut and the squelling fan-belt give it away well before that.
To give you an impression of what a Canal's coach is like to ride on, just imagine sitting on the manifold of a full-reving 1950's diesel engine, while listening to Steps and trying to ignore the vomit stain that is
caked to the back of the seat in front. Nice, I'm
sure you'll agree.
Complimenting Canal's appalling busses are Canal's appalling drivers. Beauty is not important for a Canal's driver, since any mention of the words 'Canal's Coaches' are
sure to distrupt any courting ritual. A sense of direction, or, for that matter, an ounce of intelligence, are not important, since the
boss doesn't know himself what the word 'Contract' means.
Canal's not-so-impressive safety record is also laughable. The frequency of accidents is somewhat alarming, the odd wheel falling off during a
journey is not uncommon, and neither is the fire-escape randomly opening as you are going down a motor-way. Telling the driver that their is
oil pouring out of the back of his bus is pointless, since he won't do anything, and even if Canal's could afford some
oil, they'd only pour it down the drain anyway.
"I rode on a bus owned by Canal Coaches last night- the driver fucked my wife and the bus seat
ate my
wallet"
"The roar of the engine was enormous-
shame it was because the exhausht had fallen off"
"I'd like to purchase a ticket to Hell please"
