Tall King Blox Posted February 13, 2014 Report Share Posted February 13, 2014 Here we go, Here we go, Here we go..... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mad Cyril Posted February 13, 2014 Report Share Posted February 13, 2014 i thought you were given a seat number on your ticket like that is ever going to make up for the physical and emotional damage of the experience. its like saying "it was bloody uncomfortable and disturbing, but to be fair uncle Jim gave me one of his "Jim fixed it for me" badges when it was all over." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tall King Blox Posted February 13, 2014 Report Share Posted February 13, 2014 Sorry kingswood. Your image is lacking the manicles, the rack, gimp masks, and a whole menagerie of blunt and lumpy instraments. I never knew the drivers were in on it but it all makes sense now Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kelly Posted February 13, 2014 Report Share Posted February 13, 2014 coach 2 is the better coach by far. some young ones got a telling off the last time i went on coach 1 by the regulars for taking alcohol Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Son of Fred Posted February 13, 2014 Report Share Posted February 13, 2014 Just about to book the CATS tickets to Sheffield away, may I ask, what is the problem with coach one? As I am unsure whether to book on there or not. re-named as the Royston Vasey express...a truly twilight experience..another quirk is they do tend to do a few pick-ups after leaving the Gate which can be a little frustrating when your sat at Teso Eastville for 15 mins or so because someone "isnt yet here but will be here soon"..last time i did coach one it was 40 minutes from leaving AG to getting to the end of the M32...they are friendly enough but keener on 45 mins at a service station than an early arrival and the chance of a couple of scoops!.. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tall King Blox Posted February 13, 2014 Report Share Posted February 13, 2014 Gotta say, I used it for the first time to get to Oldham, and I was repeatedly offered kitkats, and I was offered tea or coffee. They all know each other but I didn't feel any clique-ness. Erm........................Would you like a sweet little boy Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Carey 6 Posted February 13, 2014 Report Share Posted February 13, 2014 Is there any particular reason alcohol is banned on board city coaches? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stoke_Gifford_Red Posted February 13, 2014 Report Share Posted February 13, 2014 Is there any particular reason alcohol is banned on board city coaches? I believe its against the law to drink/have an open alcoholic beverage in any vehicle on the road. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NOTR Posted February 13, 2014 Report Share Posted February 13, 2014 That's the sags coach 1. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NOTR Posted February 13, 2014 Report Share Posted February 13, 2014 In fact I do believe that they are,In the net and Nailsea cookie. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BigTone Posted February 13, 2014 Report Share Posted February 13, 2014 where did you get that picture of my mum & dad ? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NOTR Posted February 13, 2014 Report Share Posted February 13, 2014 where did you get that picture of my mum & dad ? Who do you take after,your mum or your dad. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BigTone Posted February 13, 2014 Report Share Posted February 13, 2014 Who do you take after,your mum or your dad. Mummy on the right Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BigTone Posted February 13, 2014 Report Share Posted February 13, 2014 Some things are better off left unmentioned.... Oi, I saw what you did there Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BigTone Posted February 13, 2014 Report Share Posted February 13, 2014 Who do you take after,your mum or your dad. That's their Wedding pic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NOTR Posted February 13, 2014 Report Share Posted February 13, 2014 Mummy on the right So your mums good looks and your dads brains. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Admin Maesknoll Red Posted February 13, 2014 Admin Report Share Posted February 13, 2014 I have only been on CATs once, it was a surreal experience. In the 89/90 season, for some bizarre reason, instead of driving or taking the train a couple of us decided that it would be a good idea to go to Leyton Orient on CATs. On our arrival at the ground, we surveyed the array of modern plush vehicles lining the car park, all with the latest facilities, including a toilet, which was a godsend, as we had blagged a few early beers in the Whitening Yard. As we made our way doen the line of coaches, the higher the numbers, the more aged and shabbier the coaches got, until we got to ours, it was something out of a classical bus rally, a 1960's charabang, not toilet, no air con, it just about had seats and wheels. The convoy of coaches set off from AG and headed to the motorway, even the shabbiest of the modern coaches left us behind, as our Driver, a jovial chap, with a sports jacket, complete with leather elbow patches, a large pipe and a swathe of greased back, black hair, fought with the gearstick, whilst double declutching like a tap dancer on speed. I think we got up to 50 mph at one stage, conversation was difficult, over the howling and whine of the rear axle, which had probably covered more miles than a space shuttle. The Driver never lost his joviality, even though each slope meant another stir of the gearbox pudding and a flailing left leg on the seemingly ineffective clutch, as he down shifted to try and keep momentum. We finally caught the other coaches at Heston services, our fellow fans on there had slaked their thirsts, had their fill of dodgy looking grub served up by a multitude of what i'm sure were illegal immigrants, we just about had time to empty, by now painful and in some cases, leaking, bladders, before we had to get back on our coach and join the rear of the convoy. As we got into London at the end of the M4, all the other coaches went round the roundabout and took the third exit, our laid back, pipe smoking Driver, took the second exit, we exchanged nervous glances and he was questioned about not following the convoy. He confidently assured us that he knew a way to the ground and with a workout worthy of a champion boxer he fought the ancient beast throigh the streets of London, the steering obviously had no power assistance, the clutch and gearbox must have taken years to master and true to his word we arrived at the ground. No sign of the plush coaches, the 'special' fans of coach 1 (also coach 2 back then) and the other regular fans arrived at half time, as they had got lost and stuck in horendous traffic. When we left the game, the Driver enquired if we were all in a hurry to get back to Bristol (as much as his antique could hurry) or did we fancy a detour as he knew a nice little pub. The coach was unanimous, the Driver had won our trust and he, true to his word, delivered us to a pub, where we drank and ate decent food, he had his food paid for and was offered plenty of beers, he declined all but one. We got back long after the other coaches, but it was a memorable trip. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mad Cyril Posted February 13, 2014 Report Share Posted February 13, 2014 Yep thats the one. I got a good view before the black sack went over my head. I tell you all, beware the Cats 1 Atrocity Wagon. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NOTR Posted February 13, 2014 Report Share Posted February 13, 2014 where did you get that picture of my mum & dad ? I had no idea your parents were sag heads,you kept that quiet. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NOTR Posted February 13, 2014 Report Share Posted February 13, 2014 Yep thats the one. I got a good view before the black sack went over my head. I tell you all, beware the Cats 1 Atrocity Wagon. Whose sack was it and why is his sack black. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sodburyred Posted February 13, 2014 Report Share Posted February 13, 2014 I believe its against the law to drink/have an open alcoholic beverage in any vehicle on the road. Having done some "2wentys" Skegness weekenders in the past. I drank more on the coach's there than at Skegnes I think. So not sure its against the law as was very much encouraged. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Son of Fred Posted February 13, 2014 Report Share Posted February 13, 2014 I have only been on CATs once, it was a surreal experience. In the 89/90 season, for some bizarre reason, instead of driving or taking the train a couple of us decided that it would be a good idea to go to Leyton Orient on CATs. On our arrival at the ground, we surveyed the array of modern plush vehicles lining the car park, all with the latest facilities, including a toilet, which was a godsend, as we had blagged a few early beers in the Whitening Yard. As we made our way doen the line of coaches, the higher the numbers, the more aged and shabbier the coaches got, until we got to ours, it was something out of a classical bus rally, a 1960's charabang, not toilet, no air con, it just about had seats and wheels. The convoy of coaches set off from AG and headed to the motorway, even the shabbiest of the modern coaches left us behind, as our Driver, a jovial chap, with a sports jacket, complete with leather elbow patches, a large pipe and a swathe of greased back, black hair, fought with the gearstick, whilst double declutching like a tap dancer on speed. I think we got up to 50 mph at one stage, conversation was difficult, over the howling and whine of the rear axle, which had probably covered more miles than a space shuttle. The Driver never lost his joviality, even though each slope meant another stir of the gearbox pudding and a flailing left leg on the seemingly ineffective clutch, as he down shifted to try and keep momentum. We finally caught the other coaches at Heston services, our fellow fans on there had slaked their thirsts, had their fill of dodgy looking grub served up by a multitude of what i'm sure were illegal immigrants, we just about had time to empty, by now painful and in some cases, leaking, bladders, before we had to get back on our coach and join the rear of the convoy. As we got into London at the end of the M4, all the other coaches went round the roundabout and took the third exit, our laid back, pipe smoking Driver, took the second exit, we exchanged nervous glances and he was questioned about not following the convoy. He confidently assured us that he knew a way to the ground and with a workout worthy of a champion boxer he fought the ancient beast throigh the streets of London, the steering obviously had no power assistance, the clutch and gearbox must have taken years to master and true to his word we arrived at the ground. No sign of the plush coaches, the 'special' fans of coach 1 (also coach 2 back then) and the other regular fans arrived at half time, as they had got lost and stuck in horendous traffic. When we left the game, the Driver enquired if we were all in a hurry to get back to Bristol (as much as his antique could hurry) or did we fancy a detour as he knew a nice little pub. The coach was unanimous, the Driver had won our trust and he, true to his word, delivered us to a pub, where we drank and ate decent food, he had his food paid for and was offered plenty of beers, he declined all but one. We got back long after the other coaches, but it was a memorable trip. quite a good read-not related to that Bill Bryson are yew??? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nibor Posted February 13, 2014 Report Share Posted February 13, 2014 I believe its against the law to drink/have an open alcoholic beverage in any vehicle on the road.Actually no. It's only against the law if you're going to a football match.I shit you not. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Who Are Rovers? Posted February 13, 2014 Report Share Posted February 13, 2014 Put it this way.. Most of the 'humans' on there, either have 3 legs, or a few heads shoved up their arse. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dezgimed Posted February 13, 2014 Report Share Posted February 13, 2014 Or you were the reason? CATS is cheap and easy..... you will of course find It hard if you are an alcoholic ... myself am not so never had any problems and enjoyed a few good videos along the way as well ..... especially ones of great City games gone by.... granted it does seem to take an age to get home sometimes I was precisely the reason. As I was an outsider! Not an alcoholic last time I checked. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aizoon Posted February 13, 2014 Report Share Posted February 13, 2014 Actually no. It's only against the law if you're going to a football match. I shit you not. You're thinking of rail travel. It's illegal on a coach - full stop. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aizoon Posted February 13, 2014 Report Share Posted February 13, 2014 I was precisely the reason. As I was an outsider! Not an alcoholic last time I checked. Why do the miserablists assume that anyone who likes a drink is an alcoholic? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pongo88 Posted February 13, 2014 Report Share Posted February 13, 2014 I have only been on CATs once, it was a surreal experience. In the 89/90 season, for some bizarre reason, instead of driving or taking the train a couple of us decided that it would be a good idea to go to Leyton Orient on CATs. On our arrival at the ground, we surveyed the array of modern plush vehicles lining the car park, all with the latest facilities, including a toilet, which was a godsend, as we had blagged a few early beers in the Whitening Yard. As we made our way doen the line of coaches, the higher the numbers, the more aged and shabbier the coaches got, until we got to ours, it was something out of a classical bus rally, a 1960's charabang, not toilet, no air con, it just about had seats and wheels. The convoy of coaches set off from AG and headed to the motorway, even the shabbiest of the modern coaches left us behind, as our Driver, a jovial chap, with a sports jacket, complete with leather elbow patches, a large pipe and a swathe of greased back, black hair, fought with the gearstick, whilst double declutching like a tap dancer on speed. I think we got up to 50 mph at one stage, conversation was difficult, over the howling and whine of the rear axle, which had probably covered more miles than a space shuttle. The Driver never lost his joviality, even though each slope meant another stir of the gearbox pudding and a flailing left leg on the seemingly ineffective clutch, as he down shifted to try and keep momentum. We finally caught the other coaches at Heston services, our fellow fans on there had slaked their thirsts, had their fill of dodgy looking grub served up by a multitude of what i'm sure were illegal immigrants, we just about had time to empty, by now painful and in some cases, leaking, bladders, before we had to get back on our coach and join the rear of the convoy. As we got into London at the end of the M4, all the other coaches went round the roundabout and took the third exit, our laid back, pipe smoking Driver, took the second exit, we exchanged nervous glances and he was questioned about not following the convoy. He confidently assured us that he knew a way to the ground and with a workout worthy of a champion boxer he fought the ancient beast throigh the streets of London, the steering obviously had no power assistance, the clutch and gearbox must have taken years to master and true to his word we arrived at the ground. No sign of the plush coaches, the 'special' fans of coach 1 (also coach 2 back then) and the other regular fans arrived at half time, as they had got lost and stuck in horendous traffic. When we left the game, the Driver enquired if we were all in a hurry to get back to Bristol (as much as his antique could hurry) or did we fancy a detour as he knew a nice little pub. The coach was unanimous, the Driver had won our trust and he, true to his word, delivered us to a pub, where we drank and ate decent food, he had his food paid for and was offered plenty of beers, he declined all but one. We got back long after the other coaches, but it was a memorable trip.This story was more interesting than most matches I've seen this season. Could you write something a bit longer that I could read during the Tranmere match if it gets a bit dull? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
One Team In Keynsham Posted February 13, 2014 Report Share Posted February 13, 2014 I have only been on CATs once, it was a surreal experience. In the 89/90 season, for some bizarre reason, instead of driving or taking the train a couple of us decided that it would be a good idea to go to Leyton Orient on CATs. On our arrival at the ground, we surveyed the array of modern plush vehicles lining the car park, all with the latest facilities, including a toilet, which was a godsend, as we had blagged a few early beers in the Whitening Yard. As we made our way doen the line of coaches, the higher the numbers, the more aged and shabbier the coaches got, until we got to ours, it was something out of a classical bus rally, a 1960's charabang, not toilet, no air con, it just about had seats and wheels. The convoy of coaches set off from AG and headed to the motorway, even the shabbiest of the modern coaches left us behind, as our Driver, a jovial chap, with a sports jacket, complete with leather elbow patches, a large pipe and a swathe of greased back, black hair, fought with the gearstick, whilst double declutching like a tap dancer on speed. I think we got up to 50 mph at one stage, conversation was difficult, over the howling and whine of the rear axle, which had probably covered more miles than a space shuttle. The Driver never lost his joviality, even though each slope meant another stir of the gearbox pudding and a flailing left leg on the seemingly ineffective clutch, as he down shifted to try and keep momentum. We finally caught the other coaches at Heston services, our fellow fans on there had slaked their thirsts, had their fill of dodgy looking grub served up by a multitude of what i'm sure were illegal immigrants, we just about had time to empty, by now painful and in some cases, leaking, bladders, before we had to get back on our coach and join the rear of the convoy. As we got into London at the end of the M4, all the other coaches went round the roundabout and took the third exit, our laid back, pipe smoking Driver, took the second exit, we exchanged nervous glances and he was questioned about not following the convoy. He confidently assured us that he knew a way to the ground and with a workout worthy of a champion boxer he fought the ancient beast throigh the streets of London, the steering obviously had no power assistance, the clutch and gearbox must have taken years to master and true to his word we arrived at the ground. No sign of the plush coaches, the 'special' fans of coach 1 (also coach 2 back then) and the other regular fans arrived at half time, as they had got lost and stuck in horendous traffic. When we left the game, the Driver enquired if we were all in a hurry to get back to Bristol (as much as his antique could hurry) or did we fancy a detour as he knew a nice little pub. The coach was unanimous, the Driver had won our trust and he, true to his word, delivered us to a pub, where we drank and ate decent food, he had his food paid for and was offered plenty of beers, he declined all but one. We got back long after the other coaches, but it was a memorable trip. Strong similarities to me: I have been on a CATS coach once, away to Reading the year after the bad crowd trouble: mid 80s. That's where the similarities end: I remember little about the day, the journey or the game. Thus have nothing else interesting to report. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BigTone Posted February 13, 2014 Report Share Posted February 13, 2014 I had no idea your parents were sag heads,you kept that quiet. There're not. All my family are Palarse Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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