As the great man's guest must produce his good stories or songs at the evening banquet, as the platform orator exhibits his telling facts at mid-day, so the journalist lies under the stern obligation of extemporizing his lucid views, leading ideas, and nutshell truths for the breakfast table.
Cardinal J. H. Newman, Preface to The Idea of a University, 1852

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Carlisle away 17th January

Winning 2 - 0 at half time. And lost 3 - 2. How could it happen?

J, V and I travelled up by train Friday, staying Friday and Saturday night in Lancaster. Travelled all the way around the Cumbrian coast Saturday morning, up to Carlisle. A travelled up from York Sat morning and joined us V and me in Carlisle. Meanwhile J, together with L and friends got off the train at Maryport (?) and did a bit of walking. Then we all met in Carlisle after the match for dinner. Us four, V, A, J and I, returned to Lancaster for Saturday night. Confusing? This was, of course, a method for J to clock up lots more coastline.

Apart from the result... it was overall a very pleasant w/e. Except for the journey up. Didn't arrive in Lancaster 'till midnight, due to chaos in the trains following a fatality on the line south of MK. Mind you, we'd got really cheap advance tickets - something like £25 for the three of us return to Lancaster - so couldn't really complain.

[Reading this later it sound callous - cheap tickets and inconvenience alongside a fatality. That needs thinking about.]

Friendly Carlisle supporter chatted with V and me, while we waited for A before the match.
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