They stand at the end of the platform...
They take no notice as your train passes...
They sip from a Thermos...
They are...
The Trainspotter Snobs
On my morning trek into Central, out on the far reaches of Platform 11, there sits an elite clique of trainspotters. They never deign to take down the class or number of my train, and this offends me. They somehow imply that they, with their anoraks, are cooler than my train. My train, it is worth noting, has people with jobs and friends on it. I rest.
Cheers,
Derek.
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