Well here goes for the first entry, and I'll start with the game at Burnley a little over a week ago now. Hopefully future entries will be more prompt, but no guarantees.

As per usual on an awayday jolly, the 05:12 was the sensible move and so was taken with some TPE 170. None of the regulars on board today, so doss to Doncaster for a plus 2 onto a Leeds stopper. Pull into 4, dash across onto the waiting 322 as we arrived a couple late. Connection made, but the train doesn't move. Wait a couple of minutes, guard announces awaiting driver. 10 minutes or so later, driver appears having prepped and shunted the 144 in the middle siding, and about 20 down we are away.

322481 in the book then. The first of these units, albeit essentially a subclass of 321s. Its taken a bit of time, but I hope that I will clear them without really trying on moves such as this, I do it fairly frequently after all. I certainly hope not to be scurrying about after them in 20 years time as withdrawal looms.

A fairly standard run to Leeds, with the guard getting back to release doors promptly at all stations (this can be a problem with guards gripping on this line), though as a trade off not gripped until passing Bellend Road, allowed a little time to be recovered.

Little scope for red pen then with the late arrival into Leeds as most of the potential leaps out had already gone. A couple of earlier trains up the hill to cover though, but both a 158s, so its a Sainsburys breakfast move and onto the three car 158 for the run over the hills. I always enjoy this somewhat underrated and forgotten transpennine route, with its stunning scenery once past Drabford. Upon arrival I spy a new booking office in nearly completed, presumably in readiness for the new service to Manchester.

158758 leaves Burnley Manc Rd on the York - Blackpool N.

A stroll down the road to Burnley Barracks, and a wait in the wait to stick my hand out for the arrival of the train to Hapton. A required 150138 pulls in and the request to stop at Hapton is made to the driver (I like to request set downs to the driver when request stops are in play - two heads to remember are better than one).

150138 arrives at Burnley Barracks on a Colne - Blackpool Sth.

So, onto the first shack tick of the day. Hapton is an unremarkable, two platformed unstaffed station with a road overbridge. Not much to say, so I won't.

Hapton

So, onto a dud 150/1, for the run to Rose Grove, shack tick number 2 of the day, famous for its goods yards and locomotive depot, one of the last to have a standard gauge steam allocation. Nowadays, much like Hessle, its an unstaffed shack next to a motorway. At least next to the station entrance there is a notice board to remind people of past glories.

Rose Grove - just a couple of goods loops remain from this former vast railway location

After a rather excellent £2.95 veggie breakfast and a visit to a proper Lancashire baker's shop, it is onto the 142 half of the combo returning from Colne for the run to the third and final shack tick of the day at Huncoat. Again, an unremarkable two platformed station, but this time adjacent to a level crossing still controlled by the rather attractive signalbox.

Huncoat box

So, onto the Scouserail 142 for the run into Burnley Central. A passenger focus survey was handed to me on this run, this has been completed with rather predictable responses for the state of the unit.

Into Burnley then, and after the tradition of getting lost in the rather crap pedestrianised centre, I arrived at the Bootleggers Music Club. I rather like this place, it is much more of a pub than a club. I was pleasantly surprised not to be asked for a GBG or CAMRA card to get in, as is the case at many other clubs in the guide, and soon after the contingent from the 09:20 departure from Leeds, joined the fun.

Bootleggers Music Club

A swift one in here, and on to the Talbot. The decent range is pleasing for a near ground pub, and even at 12:00 you could sense this would become busy with Burnley fans, especially given its near ground location. With this in mind, it was just one in here and on to the splendid Bier Huis and into our traditional corner room. It is amazing how quiet this room stays, indeed when I went to the bar I was surprised to see the rest of the pub packed.

So, on to Turf Moor. Given Burnley's absurd admission prices, I had fully intended boycotting this, but given Ben's friend dropped out at the last minute, I did the decent thing. In some respects, I'm rather glad that I did. Approaching the ground, despite it not really being dark, the floodlights were already lit. It was raining. There was a certain bustle. This was going to be real football. No tourists here.

Rather than the traditional minute's silence for this fixture, we had the last post played, and that was probably the highlight.City never really got going, and to be fair neither did Burnley. It was turgid, as a relegation battle should be, if you can call it that in early November. Just after half time, the inevitable happened, and Burnley, who prior to today's encounter were without a league win, scored. They had a blatant shout for an indirect freekick turned down after Steve Harper handled from a clearly deliberate backpass and that was it. It summed up referee Clattenburg's afternoon really, indeed he about suited the standard of play. City huffed and puffed but at no point looked like scoring. Burnley were happy with what they had and help on comfortably.

Ben deserted on about 89, making the sensible decision to go for the 17:12 train in order to be able to get all the way to Barton by train rather than using a bus. I suppose it was plausible that we would score one or even two in the last minute, but it wasn't really on the cards in any was, shape or form. And that was that, Burnley had their win, Bruce appologised via the media, we trudged out to the excellent as usual Ministry of Ale via custard tart-less Tesco.

The 18:12 back produced a run in the dark back to White Shite. I said farewell to Si, attempted to find where Bernard had moved to on the train so as to be able to wave goodbye but failed. A winning 142067 produced on a Sheffield via Bolton on Dearne stopper so was had to Wakefield, then a combination of 91112 and a 185 home.

The winning 142067 on arrival at the newly rebuilt Wakefield Westgate.

In summary, the predictable defeat was what the sort of thing the real Hull City would do. It feels almost as if we have our club back, a feeling that will fade the next time we tip up at a Premier League tourist trap. 

On the railway front, three shack ticks is what was planned and three is what produced. Simples. Three uses of the red pen is a good result, even if one was a 322 which I'm not too worried about at present. The target was one pacer, which is what I got, even if not quite in the way I envisaged.

See you all soon for the defeat at Old Trafford. Or the day out and Manchester pubs, given that I'm not paying £46 to go in that corner, most likely be required to sit down in the four inches of leg room and have continual battles between stewards and supporters. Whilst the home 'fans' tick off their big name players.

Good evening and welcome to 'We're going to lose today'. Inspired by Si's writings about his BRAPA days out, and with his encouragement, I have decided to have a go myself, for my days out purporting to follow Hull City AFC and other antics. We shall include the wonders of the shack ticks, microgricing and use of my red pen, both on and off BR.

Thats the boring introductory bollocks sorted, so I'll get started when I work out how to do it properly with pictures and the like.