Trainspotters Throughout History
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Number Three - John Major
Hello. I know what you're thinking; you're thinking 'He must be a trainspotter - look at those glasses and that dull, uninteresting exterior. How could anyone that boring not be a trainspotter?' Well, you'd be right. I am a trainspotter. Always have been. Many's the time I'd arrive late for Prime Minister's Question Time, seduced by the illicit thrills of the 8:37 from Coventry, or the 9:16 from Birmingham. I suppose the excitement came from the possibility of being caught. I was supposed to be running the country, but there I was, watching the trains rushing past in all their glory. That was the only reason I agreed with the rail privatisation, you know. They told me there'd be more trains, and I believed them. Ah, well. Too late now, eh? On a more positive note, I do now get to spend more time indulging in my first love, watching those powerful locomotives rush past just a few feet away from my place on the platform. At least the trains aren't going to sleep with their secretaries and then get caught by The Sun. |
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