Easy 10
Brain dead MUG SHEEP
Got to Brighton station around 1.40, took over half an hour before a train FINALLY pulled in. So we all get loaded on, and straight away it all kicks off in our carriage between a bunch of boozed-up gobby divs from both sides being all MACHO towards each other. Plod turn up, and haul off some tragic degenerate drunken feral northern ratboy - and in the process, the train door gets broken. So we all have to unload that carriage and trot up to the front carriages to join the sardines packed in up there. So that was fun.
I leave on the final whistle, and hobble my way down to the station (don't ask). Then queue. And queue. And queue. Its 5.30 before I'm on a train back to town, after sweating my arse off for the thick end of 40 minutes.
I love it once I'm at the game, but my tolerance levels on the logistics are wearing mighty thin with this shite. Perhaps the suffocating heat today has made me more irritable, but in hindsight, I wish I hadn't left my garden, and just picked it up on a moody stream instead with a few cold ones.
I leave on the final whistle, and hobble my way down to the station (don't ask). Then queue. And queue. And queue. Its 5.30 before I'm on a train back to town, after sweating my arse off for the thick end of 40 minutes.
I love it once I'm at the game, but my tolerance levels on the logistics are wearing mighty thin with this shite. Perhaps the suffocating heat today has made me more irritable, but in hindsight, I wish I hadn't left my garden, and just picked it up on a moody stream instead with a few cold ones.