Barry Izbak
U.T.A.
On the way up to Brentford on Saturday I was amazed to see that the phenomenon that is the Trainspotter is alive and well, and residing on the end of Clapham Junction Station on a Saturday morning. Baffling really. But they seemed happy with their notebooks, jotting down numbers of the most unremarkable collection of rolling stock on the way into and out of London to suburbia.
Now I like a train - as long as its not called First Capital Connect - and would thoroughly recommend a day out at the National Railway Museum, or Sheffield Park, but what are these people on? One of em had a kid with em. Now that can't be healthy can it?
On the other side of the coin, I was on a train going through Newport on the way to the Arsenal/Saints FA Cup Final a few years back, with a ticket in my pocket for which I had paid north of £200. The collected fans on the train were taking the piss loudly of the geeky trainspotters at Newport Station - until someone on board pointed out that we had travelled hundreds of miles and spent sickening amounts of money to watch a football match.
The train went distinctly quiet, as we privately wondered who the real mugs were.
Now I like a train - as long as its not called First Capital Connect - and would thoroughly recommend a day out at the National Railway Museum, or Sheffield Park, but what are these people on? One of em had a kid with em. Now that can't be healthy can it?
On the other side of the coin, I was on a train going through Newport on the way to the Arsenal/Saints FA Cup Final a few years back, with a ticket in my pocket for which I had paid north of £200. The collected fans on the train were taking the piss loudly of the geeky trainspotters at Newport Station - until someone on board pointed out that we had travelled hundreds of miles and spent sickening amounts of money to watch a football match.
The train went distinctly quiet, as we privately wondered who the real mugs were.