I am sitting here in a hotel room in Milton Keynes. Alone. I have to reflect on my current life choices. I drove down to watch Watford. Forgetting the cost of petrol, the wear and tear on car, the cost of the hotel and the cost of getting the train from here plus a few beers and food. What am I doing? What am I actually doing. I could be at home with my wife. Out for a meal. Out for a drink. Maybe Just at home relaxing and watching TV. But no. I am sitting here alone in a hotel room in bloody Milton Keynes with some ****** music pumping through the window from the bar below. I guess I like a few beers on a match day, so I book a hotel and travel down. but this is no way to spend a Saturday night. I seriously have to reflect on my current life choices. Screw the bloody beers next time. I'm driving back. It wouldn't be so bad. But Milton Keynes is absolutely bloody *****. I am not doing this again.
Could you get the missus interested in the Orns? If she deadbats that one, a brisk drive up the motorway & time for a nice meal out. She may not thrill to your excited tales of Holebas & Gray but maybe that’s the best solution all round.
The crux of your problem is being up north to begin with. That’s where the issue lies. All of your other choices seem perfectly reasonable.
So you presumably feel better this morning, Horace, having sneaked your big plate into the breakfast buffet.
He spent all night talking to the janitor about Thai lady boys. This morning he was arguing with the receptionist how confusing the adult channels on the pay TV were.
To be fair she did come down last time too and went out in Watford while I was at the game, and had a meal in banana tree here in the evening. She doesn't really like footy though.
After waking up to the delights of leftover giant fillet burger meal and 6 spicy wings from Peri Peri on St Albans Road that I brought back on the train and ate cold about 2 hours after buying, plus a couple of cans of stale smelling cans of Carlsberg, I just don't think I can stomach food. I'm now supping on a cup of tea made with the weakest typhoo teabags known to man, clearly the cheapest variety the Travelodge could get away with while legally and technically still being allowed to call it "tea". Yum yum!
Met up with the lads before the game, and did pop to me Mam's after for an hour, so wasn't totally a 1-sad-man show I suppose! It seemed like a good idea before, getting a hotel and making a weekend of it, and the first couple of times it wasn't too bad. Definitely thinking just have a couple before the game and then driving back about 6.30pm in future. I take my hat off to away supporters who travel to the arse end of nowhere to do this shidazzle week in week out. Those that did 19 last year deserve so much more than a free shirt and a letter from Troy.
You will find that there is at least one prominent member of this forum, who considers that sitting at home alone, far from the company of family or friends, writing long, tiresome and onanistic posts about biased referees, is EXACTLY how to spend every Saturday night. The mere fact that you've realised the inherent pitifulness of such a lifestyle and wish to change before it becomes habitual, proves that there is hope for you yet.
I hate footy too. I took my wife to Paris and got caught up in the riots at Arc de Triomphe. I thought they'd come up with a romantic and imaginative way to light up the Arc for us but as we got nearer in fact it was just a bunch of commies burning stuff to protest at the energy tax rises. Think I saw Clive there. Wife got iritated by the constant need to duck into bars to check the footy score. Had the scousers scored in the first minute it would have saved me a lot of grief.
Ha. Yeah me pissed up and eating all her food!!! To be honest, I booked the hotel months ago to get the cheap deal and it wasn't an option then. Maybe next time. Or I just drive home. Can be back here by 8ish and have the whole night here, plus an extra £40 in the bank!
Isn't staying in a hotel in Watford an option? At least then you can grab a post match beer with the locals without worrying about getting the train back to MK. Personally i like staying alone in hotels. I find it very relaxing to close the door and shut out the world.
