It was a figure of speech by the way, please don't tickle me sideways. Or any ways actually; I'm 37 years old and I have to pretend not to like it.
Actually, speaking of being 37, I thought of a writing idea this morning - Advice for 29 Year-Olds. I might revisit that.
So, what do you do when the sun's shining and you're suddenly glad you're not being tickled? Why, a bit of trainspotting of course!
"If you have only ever seen a steam engine pottering along a heritage line trying to make a trip of a few miles last half an hour then I recommend walking out to watch one travelling at speed," said Chris in his email.
Fair enough. So out we trudged on the five minute walk through the business park and off to the railway line to wait for the 60163 Tornado.
With a puff of pure white steam it emerged from under the bridge and raced towards us. It was magnificent, pounding its way past with its glimmering green engine and tender. Clattering coaches came glistening by and the billowing steam bubbled up to the sky. Don't fall into believing the lazy stereotype that trainspotting is for losers and anoraks. Actually, on days like this, I can totally understand it; it awakens something very young in you. And trains are awesome.
You may be pleased to know that I resisted the urge to shout, "Oh, it's Gordon!" as it sped past. I had a feeling that Chris (who is a serious trainspotter) would have frowned at that. Plus, he was busy enjoying the sound of the engine, the sight of the train, and that truly Victorian smell of the steam.
And so was I.
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