on this note i must tell you a story about trainspotters. i was working in preston for 4 months and on my weekend off i got the train back to london. these 2 old blokes got on and sat opposite me, they both had little train badges on the coats and lots of books, then they spread them all across the table, oh my rather good god, trainspotters, timetables, train identification numbers the lot, they would write down the exact time to the second it pulled away and write notes, they took the temperature of the tea, the quality of the food, how good the tannoy anouncment was, they would count back, 10 down to 1 and we would go under a bridge same when a train passed us, ive never seen anything like it, there was no other seats to go to so had to put up with it, i decided to get rat rsed and pulled out a half bottle of scotch, i bought 8 cans from the bar and drank my self silly. i was woken at euston sprawled across the table dribbling by one of the men. he said to me "thanks for making this the worse train ride weve ever had" they had nowhere to put there books as i had taken up all the table so couldnt get to there notes quick enough to record anything. as i got up i did a massive fart and walked away and one shouted out and called me a disgusting animal
