You'd think by the name that it's a Disco in a Bus wouldn't you. Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. It transports cattle from one rank drinking emporium to a club in a death like sweaty silence. I hated every second I was on one ( twice ). As hilarious, witty and cultured as "ten German bombers" is, hearing it over and over again somewhat takes the enjoyment out of it. A taxi is hardly more expensive if there is a few of you.