Up until the football match started, I had an enjoyable away day in London yesterday…
We left a Bath on a sunny afternoon and made our way east towards London.
I haven’t been to London that many times in my life. Every time I do go, I am always amazed at the shear size of the place. The buildings seem to go on forever. There isn’t a hill, field or tree in sight – in fact the only blades of grass I saw were on the football pitch – very different from the Bath, which is surrounded by rolling countryside.
I was very surprised by the traffic in London – or lack of it. We made our way off the M4 and proceeded towards and through Chelsea with shear ease. Baring in mind this was rush hour, I was amazed we didn’t get held up.
I didn’t like the look of London and wouldn’t ever like to live there, although Chelsea seemed very nice. It did, however, also look very expensive and I think the only way I could afford to live in Chelsea would be if I played for Chelsea F.C.
I believe I was very close to when my Bath-exiled friend, Daniel Hobart, lives. It would have been nice to have found him, missed the football match and spent the evening with him. On hindsight, I probably should have done just that.
My iPhone went berserk in London city centre. There were so many WiFi access points, I was constantly being offered 20+ networks to connect to as the coach drove through the capital city. I turned the feature off in the end as the constant interruptions made using the web browser impossible.
We arrived at the ground at 6ish. With the ground locked shut and almost 2 hours before kick off, we made our way to a local pub to get a couple of pints. Another stereotypical London view of mine was also quashed. The rumour that you can only buy beer by the bottle and not the pint, and have to pay £6 a time, proved unfounded.
The pub, Hoopers, was very nice and I could have quite happily stayed there all night. After watching a dire Bath City performance, I wish I had of stayed behind drinking.
After drinks, we made our way to the ground.
Then everything went bad. The end.
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Daninthemix
March 11, 2009 - 9:58 amYou would've been welcome matey, but I live in the City not in Chelsea.