Transpotting before Irving Welsh
It’s a first rough again, found lingering in the bottom drawer. When I was around 10 years old I took up transpotting, with my elder brother. It helped that we lived at the intersection of many railway lines just outside Wigan where the Royal Scot steamed past at incredible speed every lunchtime dead on 12-00 midday. We used to run down to the bridge to watch it coming and no doubt covered in smoke and soot after it passed, going. I suspect this drawing was another of the rejects for Some Missing Persons, probably because trainspotters do still exist. For … Continue reading Transpotting before Irving Welsh
