Homeaway on the buses!

'Er indoors coined the above word as a way of rationalising to herself playing "home" games in another town.  She would be asked, "Ar, yoo 'um this Saturday?", and her reply would be, "Yes, we are homeaway", or "No, we are away", or even sometimes, "What's it to you?"

Consequently the words "home game" are rapidly falling into disuse, alongside, "Finishing with 11 men", "Thumping win" and "Full away end".

For last Saturday's homeaway game to Ebbsfleet me and the missus chose, by way of change, to travel over to Non Park via the Trust run bus from Rocky Road.  We picked a good day, as this coincided with a Real Ale Festival, and the Tin Hat was quite lively before and after the game.  At least it was for other people. Being a confirmed lager drinker I sense my attendance was barely tolerated.  Is it my fault I don't want to sup  raw sewerage from a half pint glass, with a look of superiority on my heavily bearded face?

If alcohol was meant to be opaque it wouldn't be served in clear glasses, would it?

Anyway, the atmosphere in the bar and on the double decker bus was boisterous and positive, as are all gatherings where Dave Singh is present!  Before we set off I had a conversation with a guy called Stuart and we joked about who would be sent off today.  No word of a lie, we both laughed that by process of elimination it must be Koo Boothe's turn!  Absolutely true!

"Next stop, Legoland!"

The bus trip was a bit wobbly and bouncy.  I'd quite forgotten how uncomfortable these big old double deckers could be.  By way of compensation, from the top deck, you got to look into people's gardens and bedroom windows! Wa-hey!  The good thing about going on the Trust Bus is that you are directed straight into the first car park, and not have to queue for the rear car park with the rest of the proles! (So far I've managed to insult all beer drinkers AND all Poppies fan!  Impressive, eh?)  After the game, at the appointed time the bus simply pulls out into the traffic, and we're on our way back.  No-one messes with a double decker!

The Trust must be congratulated for laying on this service, which the club officials (assuming we have any) do not consider important enough to waste their time doing.....I'll certainly be using the Trust bus again, and if you can somehow close your eyes for the journey you can almost convince yourself that you've had a couple of pints in the social, entered our new, well appointed ground for 90 minutes of anger and disappointment, and then stepped back into the Tin Hat for a few more jars after the game!