Vicariously sporting
One of the things I like about my current house is that from my bedroom window if the wind’s right, I can hear:
* the crowd chants and tannoy from the football stadium;
* the announcements from the mainline station.
I’m not being sarky, either. London is great.
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Categories: Idle musings, Transport
I can hear Highbury from my window. By now, I’m almost able to distinguish the “hurray we’ve just scored” roars from the “send him off” ones too.
Fuck off, you cunt!
I mean, good to see you back.
I still owe you a pint.
‘Back’? Yeeesss…. It’s like you never left. ;)
Welcome back
I could have got that in Worthing if I’d gone for the second-choice house on our shortlist – it was just round the corner from both the main station AND the local stadium (if that isn’t too lofty a term).
In fact, these were the key reasons why it was our second choice and not our first…
(Welcome back, btw)
Nice and loud last night, wasn’t it? And there were over 1000 empty seats. If I’d known, I’d have gone.
Maybe we could just start with anyone who can’t hear Highbury from their houses? Might be quicker.
Were you the laddie censored by your employers?
Not me, but then I live within listening distance of That Stadium That Isn’t Wembley… Not quite correctly positioned to catch the tannoy announcements from Cardiff Central, but I can hear the trains coming in and out of it.
Good to see you back!
I once lived in earshot of Bramall Lane, which was only any use the time Bruce Springsteen played there.
Oh, and welcome back!
Not a Tim reader, usually; just clicked randomly at the Ablution for old time’s sake and hey presto,
no longer past tense. I like the title btw. Welcome back.