Annoying questions

[pauly]

Ah yes, people assume that because I work for Network Rail whenever I have my fleece on I am an all singing and dancing oracle of railway knowledge.

I know that song. One of the upsides of being stuck in "the old folks' home" (what we call our shiny new computerised signalling centre) is not having to deal with the Great British Public any more, except occasionally via the moan line- AHB phones near stations. At one of my locations (I was GP relief then) I used to park my motorbike on the down platform: One wet day I'd just arrived for late turn, and had just pulled the bike up onto its centre stand and taken my lid off when this charming specimen of the Daily Sport's target market knuckle-walks up to me and says by way of greeting and introduction "Oi you foureyed ****, how long's this ****ing train going to be then?". So I calmly and politely told him, "Two hundred ****ing feet long, sir" and left him speechless to wait for his train- which was dead on time as he would have known if he'd bothered to read the departure board (assuming he could read).

The only problem with the British Public, is that nowadays is completely ignorant about ANYTHING I've found recently!

with that now understood youll do well in life!

[pauly]

1 that I really hat is when you have someone round whos heard about the railway and expects some grand 5 mile long estate affair and when they see the it their like:  So is this it then?  

and whenever I have kids round I get Toby out

[DolwyddelanLightRail]

The only problem with the British Public, is that nowadays is completely ignorant about ANYTHING I've found recently!

with that now understood youll do well in life!    

[bessytractor]

Ah yes, people assume that because I work for Network Rail whenever I have my fleece on I am an all singing and dancing oracle of railway knowledge.

I know that song. One of the upsides of being stuck in "the old folks' home" (what we call our shiny new computerised signalling centre) is not having to deal with the Great British Public any more, except occasionally via the moan line- AHB phones near stations. At one of my locations (I was GP relief then) I used to park my motorbike on the down platform: One wet day I'd just arrived for late turn, and had just pulled the bike up onto its centre stand and taken my lid off when this charming specimen of the Daily Sport's target market knuckle-walks up to me and says by way of greeting and introduction "Oi you foureyed ****, how long's this ****ing train going to be then?". So I calmly and politely told him, "Two hundred ****ing feet long, sir" and left him speechless to wait for his train- which was dead on time as he would have known if he'd bothered to read the departure board (assuming he could read).

you legend

[MDLR]

The common belief amongst rail staff is that people remove there brains before entering a railway station (Not train station damn it!!)

Ah, Good! Another person who can't STAND train staion!

[DolwyddelanLightRail]

The common belief amongst rail staff is that people remove there brains before entering a railway station (Not train station damn it!!)

Ah, Good! Another person who can't STAND train staion!

Same!

[bessytractor]

The common belief amongst rail staff is that people remove there brains before entering a railway station (Not train station damn it!!)

Ah, Good! Another person who can't STAND train staion!

I cant bear it when people say that.

[Pendo Pilot]

But the worst one I have had!
Train driving, thats just two buttons isn't it? Stop & go isn't it?
-Yes, I needed 11 months of training, then another month learning traction & more time learning routes because all I do is press go & then stop buttons everynow & then.  :roll:

TWO BUTTONS!!!!??

I thought it was just the one handle that does everything  :lol:    

Oh sorry, and the horn  ;)

LOL, trouble is I have to find the one handle (plus horn) with all this other junk in the way.......

[Dr. Bond of the DVLR]

Ahh, I thought sun dials were specific to steam engines...
I thought wrong obviously.