March 13th: Leicester City v Cardiff City (Championship)
I'm furious. The buses from Fosse Park are beyond a joke. From 2 o'clock I wait for a bus, and a city-bound one finally arrives at 2.24.
[Really, why the fuck would anyone use buses out of choice? They're slow, infrequent, unreliable, expensive, dirty and full of cunts. In fact, the bus I've just caught (Arriva's number 15 service from the city centre to Fosse Park) has been a real problem for me in the past. I used to live opposite Leicester station, and I worked at Meridian Business Park, and this was the only bus that went between the two. Every couple of weeks, without notice, this route would change completely. For example one week it would go up Hinckley Road, the next it would take the Narborough Road route, then two weeks later it would change back. I lost count of the number of times the stops in the city centre changed. For a while, it departed from the Clock Tower, but then suddenly and without warning, it was moved to the other end of High Street. Then, just as suddenly and without warning, it moved back. Now it goes from a stop I don't think I've ever seen. Its route through Thorpe Astley makes no fucking sense, and it won't surprise you to hear that this section of the route has changed fourteen thousand times as well. In short, whoever administers Arriva's bus routes in Leicester needs a sharp stick jabbing repeatedly and violently into their genitals.]
My second late arrival of the season then. As I take my seat, though, Ben assures me it's still 0-0 and I've missed nothing. Good. On 29 minutes, Martyn Waghorn tucks the ball into the far corner to give City an important win. Afterwards, it's straight home to get ready for an evening out. That's right - Blue Maniac is pretending to have a social life. Friends and everything.
Final score: Leicester 1 Cardiff 0
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