Dis-"Orient"-ated...

... is how I felt after 8 hours travelling on a coach to the East End of London and back to watch Yeovil play Leyton Orient, eating junk food in motorway service stations and shopping "retail parks", then spending 90+ minutes sitting on the edge of my seat (wonderfully dilapidated, as you can see; sitting on the edge was not so much in excitement but in order to peer round the pillar that was blocking my view of one of the penalty areas!) only for The Glovers to play poorly and lose 1 - 0 to a last minute goal.

We did have the added bonus of a scenic coach trip through a floodlit Central London on the way home: Bow Church (of Cockney earshot fame); The Blind Beggar Pub at Whitechapel, where The East End Gangsters, The Krays, drank, Ronnie murdered George Cornell and William Booth, founder of the Salvation Army, preached; The Tower of London & Tower Bridge; The Houses of Parliament: The Royal Chelsea Hospital; Earls Court, Kensington & Richmond. Not having anticipated this, by this time my camera was stowed away in the overhead locker, so empty seats are what you get, I'm afraid!

Home in bed by 2 am, hence the backblip.