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"Listen Manchester - none of you people know the truth - the only truth is Jesus of Nazareth", he said as he swung from the ceiling of the bus using the two hand grips. "People try to bring me down in this town" he added trying to engage some passengers in his monologue of sometimes rhyming couplets.
I kept my eyes on alert to quickly avert his gaze should he point it at me.
"This is our stop" said my son getting up and standing behind him as he blocked the escape from the bus. He turned and addressed my sone "So you want top get past - aren't you gonna say excuse me. I stepped towards him - attracting his eyes to me and away from my son. I held the gaze as I said "Excuse me" at the same time ushering my son through the space he had made by releasing one hand grip.
As we edged to the front of the bus he shouted "Don't come the big man with me or I'll punch you down like a clown".
"Have a nice day" I said as I got off the bus.