Crash writes a river

Order Order, the order of things. Discipline says my brother, “you need discipline” But no I needed order. There’s a difference. I always wondered why it was that the strangest people could be seen wearing raincoats and holding note books beside the tracks. Train Spotters, foamers is the most recent term. Foamers, weirdo’s dorks, morons … Continue reading The Aspie

The Loco Lunchtime 1972, there it was sitting idling in the sun, and there he was sleeping in his chair reclined, window open, long hair, fat guts and earning triple time on a Sunday. That’s the job for me, sleeping, earning big cash and never, ever having to listen to her again. The wicked witch … Continue reading Lunchtime 1972

I don’t remember exactly the day the Poms came, it might have been a Saturday, but whatever day it was, they stayed and they never went away. They spoke funny, they needed sub-titles, they talked about “The Tube” and “Lorries” and “how stuff isn’t just as good ere is it?”…. “Coronation Street is years behind … Continue reading The Poms

“So Rex what did you get up to after the war?” “The CO called me aside one day said, there’s someone wants to talk to you. Turns out a senior woman from the Red Cross wanted volunteers to work for them now that things had settled down in Italy and the war was coming to … Continue reading The Years

“Yeah it was a bastard, I had to pack the Velocette, bump start it down the drive and not wake the old man. I used to push it out the shed with my gear ready, kontiki, lines, bait and some scones from mum’s pantry; that set like rock and head for Muriwai…… Snapper mate, snapper … Continue reading The Bunker

This should maybe be titled, why I’m boycotting Christmas or something like that but no. I’m not boycotting anything I just hate this time of year. There’s none of the things I like going on, no trains dragging huge loads of anything anywhere, my favorite radio station is playing repeats and finishing the hour every … Continue reading What I hate about Christmas