Here comes bod!

Wahey – got a phone call this morning, so I’m hopping on the 14:30 train to Cardiff.

I can’t think of a worse reason to visit the city – I’m going to watch the final match to be played by the London Racers, my favourite hockey team.

I’m pretty cut up about it right now 🙁

[post mortem]

Jesus christ what a horrible day – the game was great – but afterwards was very emotional, we all went out on to the ice to say goodbye to the team – everybody was in tears.

Some of my ex-girlfriends have complained that I’m detached and un-feeling, welll I guess I more than made up for that today. I was so upset – I want to cry, just thinking about it. Maybe I should get a hockey mask and goalie pads for my next girlfriend – hockey seems to strike a chord with me – I really loved that team and now they’re gone…

[trapped in Birmingham]

But as bad as the game was – the trip back was worse. The trains were fine, but a five minute delay getting from Bristol to Birmingham was enough for me to miss the last train from Birmingham to Coventry, and all of the connecting busses.

It’s 04:30 and I’ve been home about 15 minutes – I’m wrecked, having spent three and a half hours freezing at Digbeth coach sation in Birmingham. I’m so annoyed with the coach company (National Express), they have a new and unadvertised policy of not carrying passengers to Coventry between 11pm and 3am – it took less time to get to Cardiff – and that’s technically in a different country.

Anyway am off to bed for an hour and a half, I’ve got to be in work by 08:30…