by Ian Herring »
15 Apr 2008 21:16
I was also in the RAT on Saturday. It is the human equivalent of HNA. Groups and cliques of generally like-minded (i.e. all supporting RFC) individuals, but with differing opinions. It is a familiar place to go on a match day, linking as it does beautifully with our old West Reading roots. It is a forum, in a way, although generally the cliques clearly keep themselves to themselves. Each separate clique acknowledges each other's presence in the time-honoured manner of winking at each other or saying 'alright', now and again. It is part of the ritual of following our deficient, but loveable football team. It is no different perhaps, to the Royals Rendezvous, or the Spread. It has a slight cultural difference to the Nag's, perhaps, in a more cosmopolitan approach to burgers. Its greatest beauty is its distance from the town centre, yet proximity, which means it is a haven in which to drink and simply play out our pre-match rituals, which are indeed not much different to the thumb-sucking and breast-feeding we once exhibited as babies, and being able to avoid visiting fans, who are generally odious. We are all, in pursuing pleasure through the arcane and difficult nature of football, seeking comfort. The bus ride, the familiarity of Dave, our beloved driver, the pacifuing carbolic hiss of the toilets.
What does worry me is the appalling state of the pool cues. This disturbs me much more than any perceived spasticity on this website, which can always be avoided simply by not 'logging on' as they say in the modern vernacular. Yes, there are some real mongs at Reading, in and out of the virtual and real world, but that is how the human race is comprised. It is what has brought it to its optimum evolutionary state that we see it in today.
God bless HNA. God bless the RAT. And sympathies to the Nag's, which cannot be acronymed and therefore remains lower-case, until further notice.
Cue 'I'm not reading all that', from whomever.
That is all.