Diggedy Derek
Stray Dog
At Hornsey railway station this morning, I saw some real, actual trainspotters doing their thing. I must say, I instantly felt an enormous welling up of fondness for them- their undivided fascination for the transport and the linkages of the modern city, and their intense wonder at human transportation (which I find quite understandable). Whereas a wander around much of London has the ambience of decay and anomie, with teenagers hanging about with sadly little to do, the way these guys find inspiration and positivity in man plus machine I think is wholly cool and really heartening.
A second thought occurs, however. It's really easy to be a trainspotter music-wise, all you need is to surf a few blogs and order online. But real, actual, literal trainspotting- that's true hardcore, innit?
A second thought occurs, however. It's really easy to be a trainspotter music-wise, all you need is to surf a few blogs and order online. But real, actual, literal trainspotting- that's true hardcore, innit?