Sat 3 December 2011
Ah, a wondrous Winter journey to magical York!
A Christmas market nestling under the beautiful Minster. Angelic choirs, sweetly proclaiming the coming of our Lord. A light dusting of snow lazily coating the historic buildings in the Shambles. Andre Boucard turning in tight little circles on the halfway line before being dispossessed.
The magic of the pre-Christmas period.
Mon 26 December 2011
We're not saying that Luton on a slushy Boxing day is in anyway a less attractive proposition than Christmas in York.... but let's face it, it is!
Too full of badly cooked turkey and cheap plonk, scrambling through the distinctly non-Christian environs around Kenilworth Road, to squeeze into a seat patently not fit for purpose and watch our team, recently shorn of all its best players by a bored Chairman, filleted by a Luton Town who are rapidly becoming used to being non-league. Delightful.
Sat 7 January 2012
It might be too icy to travel the few miles from Telford to delightful Ironbridge Gorge, so we might well have to restrict ourselves to the enjoyment to be had at the New Bucks Head. No doubt the locals will still be venting murderous fury upon us (no, I can't remember why and when this first occurred either).
For some reason we seemed to have incurred the ire of all their new, thousands of fans. They never used to be so angry at the Old Bucks Head when their sleepy seven hundred used to stand quietly around whilst we game their team their annual slapping.
Sat 21 January 2012
It is time to visit the Cathedral, city walls, medieval arcades and Roman ruins of beautiful Chester.
And then, if we have to, drive on to Wrexham for another afternoon of vitriol in the valleys.
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