Away Days and a Pie

Once again I was forced to remain at home as the lads took off to follow the Mighty Bantams on their seasons Odyssey (the lucky wankers). This time, our intrepid crew voyaged into deepest Shropshire, to watch them take on promotion rivals Shrewsbury Town. Alas, City repeated their poor showing of last week, and lost a second straight game, this time 2-0. Crespo reports we were rubbish, and Helmet piped up with a torrnet of abuse aimed at Big Baz, who of course was responsible for us being garbage. No one else just him. I have no doubt Tony thinks we played like a second division team once again. For future reference, it took just over two hours for them to make it there by car. Crespo rated the ground, which is very new, only opened last year, as Garden Shed, albeit with a window. I think he may have been a little harsh, wait till he claps eyes on the likes of Barnet or Rochdale. anyway, enough of the football. What we all really want to know is "How are the pies?" This week we have a new taster, as Young Jimmy stepped into the breech, sampling a Chicken and Mushroom pie. In days of old, and to this day much missed, it was the connoisseurs pie of choice at Valley Parade. The first time it was removed from the menu, old school leg end Jamon single handedly launched a media campaign, that made front page news in the local T&A newspaper, earned a full page spread in the Daily Star, and was mentioned in dispatches on the Big Breakfast. Even Calendar got in touch, but he was going on holiday the next day, so never got back in touch. This resulted in no less than Geoffry Richmond himself, the owner of the time, making sure our favourite pastry was reinstated. Unfortunately with the demise of Jamon, came the demise of the good old Chicken and Mushroom at Valley Parade. Anyway, I digress, Jimmy reckoned the pie was good, and gave it a high mark of 7/10. Good filling, and an excellent crust. My belly is rumbling at the thought. next away day is Accrington Stanley in two weeks, slap in the middle pie and gravy country. Yet again though, I will be unable to make the journey, as I have booked to take the Elster too Paris on the same weekend. C'est La Vie.