So I haven't posted much recently. I've had a few mini-ideas for blogs but never actually had anything proper enough to write a proper blog. So, I've made a decision, seeing as blog is a corruption of web log, I thought I would turn my blog into just that - a log. Or, as it's more commonly known, a diary. It's been a busy few days so I thought I would retrospectively cover them. Starting with Saturday:
This was the day I was going to see my beloved Reading FC away at Swansea City. This meant having to get up at 7, well it didn't - it actually meant having to get up at 8 but I wanted my sausage sandwich beforehand so I was up at 7. Seven is an interesting time, no-one can deny it's early but in midweek you wouldn't bat an eyelid - at the weekend it is annoying. But not that bad - a fortnight later I'll have to be up by 6 because we're away to Liverpool that day.
So anyway, I got up and that and went down to the Madstad (local nickname for Reading's Madejski Stadium) to hop on the coach. I don't have much to say about the journey down. We crossed the bridge in good time and got to Magor services within an hour and a half. It always shocks me just how close Wales is. I like to romanticise Wales as a very different place. My grandma and her family are from Rhondda and I always feel like it's some simpler place that I have a natural connection to. In reality that is bollocks. And as I said, I can never get over how close Wales is, if you say you're going to Wales for the day it sounds proper long but if you say you're going to just the other side of Bristol it sounds like a short journey. And, at the end of the day, that's all south Wales is - that bit on the other side of Bristol.
We arrived at the ground at 13.30. The end bit of the journey is very convenient, like most modern grounds it's been built as close to a motorway junction as is safe. I like this. This blog is getting dull so I'll try to pick it up a bit.
The Liberty Stadium is beautiful, well not beautiful but nice. Very good view, even for a modern ground. I also had a lovely chicken curry pie. That's brilliant.
The game came and went, I may watch a lot of football but I know nothing about it really so I won't analyse it too much but basically we were 2-0 up at half time despite only getting the ball twice. The second half was similar only they were the one that got 2 goals. Bummer. But, at least it meant 22 hours out the relegation zone.
And then it was time for the journey back. First some context. I had been invited to one of my bessie mate's 18th party. I say party it was just some people in a house. It was due to start at 7. I couldn't see me getting there before 9. This, horribly, would mean I'd miss the Chinese takeaway. The pressure was on for us to get back as quick as we could.
The journey back was fairly dull to be honest. Except for one thing. A quite touching moment I thought. It really summed up Blokeiness. It involved the three blokes sat behind me. I will name them bloke 1, bloke 2 and bloke 3. In reality bloke 2 wasn't involved but I feel it necessary to point out he was there.
Bloke 1: Did Steve tell you we lost the baby?
Bloke 3: No, shit! Sorry to hear that!
Bloke 1: Yeh, well we're just gonna have to keep trying I suppose.
Bloke 3: Well it means more fun for you then!
Bloke 2: That's why his missus is so sad, it isn't fun for her!
It really was amazingly, beautifully blokey. Sad new comes up and within seconds it's turned back to laughing and banter. Just brilliant - gotta keep laughing.
Anyway, back to my race against time. We got on the motorway at Swansea at 17:12; that in itself was incredible as a fortnight earlier, at West Brom, we hadn't left the vicinity of the ground till 17:45 due to the sheer weight of traffic; and incredibly we got back the the madstad at 19:44! I couldn't believe it - just an hour and a half to get from Swansea to Reading IN A FUCKING COACH!!!! Bloody incredible. Anyway, I ended up beating the Chinese food to the party arriving from 20:05 and all I could go on about was that I'd got back from Swansea in an hour and a half in a fucking coach!!
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