I hope that we beat Shrewsbury on Sunday

I hope that we beat Shrewsbury on Sunday

because I was meant to get there last Tuesday

Storm Henk was driving the train from Aber

and told us to get off at Mach.

It was pissing down and staff were handing out bottled water.

After three quarters of an hour 2 Rail Replacement Buses turn up to take us via Trallwng

to Amwythig but by this stage I was feeling rather chwithig.   

I am a miserable bastard at the best of times but this was the worst of times.

A journey that made a toddler sitting next door scream all the way and be sick

saw me disembarking muttering “Iesu what a cruel trick”

At Shrewsbury the ticket gates were closed

 and "CANCELLED" was the answer to every question.

After a coffee and deep sighing, a man and a walkie talkie shouts “Aberystwyth’

I was meant to travel a lot further but discretion is the better part of valor

and a train where a coach had been chugged us back over a track that now worked.

Confused?

I was when I was told to get off at Mach and back on a bus to Aber.

I had no sage and to cleanse my soul I walked back home from there.

So you see

I hope that we beat Shrewsbury on Sunday

because Amwythig sure as hell beat me.      

Trallwng: Welshpool

Amwythig: Shrewsbury

Chwithig: Strange

Iesu: Jesus