Bollocks!

I'm on the coach travelling back from London after watching Bath City lose 1-0 to Welling. A very frustrating game, and one which City should have got at least a draw from. Still, if you don't take your chances, you can't cry when you lose.

The ground was shit - one of the worst I've been to - it was literally falling to pieces in places. The clubhouse was terrible, with the only (barely) adequate choices of drink being Fosters and CANS of Strongbow - yes, it was that bad!

The toilet was very continental. By that I mean it was a hole in the ground, overflowing with putrid piss.

Food was disappointing - no chips or light snacks. As I was starving, I braved a burger. I'll let you know more about that if I'm alive tomorrow, and have not died from beef poisoning.

Seriously, it wasn't that bad. I'm just moody as City lost. Next week will be better, and at least Leeds won again!

Now, take me home Mr. Coachman!