Swansea Awayday...

Tumblers and I left Norwich at 06.40 hours, it was dark and flippin' tatas, -7 in the fine city. This dropped to -10 in Suffolk and then got progressively warmer as we headed west. We done a stop for a cold, rubbish breakfast at a services on the M4 where there were quite a few City fans in evidence.

Arriving at our hotel about midday, we checked in and headed for the bar. A bloke heard us talking about pub options and getting to the ground, asked if we were from Norwich and offered a taxishare - we politely declined. After finishing our bears we got in a cab and headed for the Harvester pub next to the stadium. An initial frosty reception from the lady taxi driver was mellowed with our discussions of our Welsh links (my family being from just outside Swansea and GB having lived in Brynamman - about 14 miles north of Swansea - where his brother ran a pub). She mellowed even more when a quid tip was proffered, said she wasn't going to wish us luck and gave us a send off in Welsh, which could have been 'sod off you english idiots' - we don't know.

The Harvester was quiet when we went in, but soon filled up. We headed outside and liaised with Tim and Cherry Berry who were en route in a cab themselves, having visited the Dylan Thomas Centre at the museum. We laughed and did bears with them and Tumblers said 'c**t' a few times, apologising to Mrs Berry each time. My Uncle and cousin, both die-hard Swans fans spotted us from afar and said a quick hello, agreeing to meet us all for bears afterwards.

We done a brilliant game and won. A moany old cow moaned at us a lot for standing and moaned to her mate about us standing for most of the game - she wasn't 'football' like we are - we sat in her seats after half time so she had to go in the row in front. Moany old cow.

We left the ground smiling in the toilet and met up with the Berrys again at the Harvester - my uncle and cousin joined us for a couple of pints and a gret ole mardle about the game, our respective teams and how well we are doing. We done a cab into town with the Berrys and did some more bears in The Grand Hotel near the station until they had to leave for their train. Tumblers and I headed off to meet his friend, Louise, who lives in the aforementioned Brynamman, stopping in the King's Arms along the way. It was a gay pub and we fitted right in.

We met Louise and done a drink or two with her, Tumbly had to return to the King's as he'd left his sack of joy in there. Louise gave us a lift back to our hotel where there was a 'turn' on - it was like Butlins and I fell alseep. Tumbly fell up the stairs and broke his finger.

I slept in the coldest room known to man. We got up, done breakfast and headed up to Brynamman to see the pub which Tumbly's brother used to run and say cheerio to Louise, she said we were drunk the night before. We were.

Driv hum.

Cracking awayday.

Posted By: malkybarkid, Feb 13, 10:28:28