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Okay, perhaps a miserablist streak of humour isn't everyone's cup of tea, but a bit of clowning around is a good way of deflecting the sniggering cynicism being meted out by today's stony-faced hoi-polloi, not that I care what they think about our hobby - I don't.
In this shot below, a couple of young spotters are awaiting their next 'cop' while a meditative teenager contemplates Britain's balance of payments deficit and the driver of 'Jinty' 0-6-0T has a fag break, doubtless looking forward to the end of his shift and a pint at his local BRSA Club.
Of course, everyone reaches an age when they notice a conspicuous slowing down in energy levels, shopping bags seem a lot heavier and climbing stairs become more difficult.
But rather than caving in to the ageing process it's plainly helpful to adopt a more positive frame of mind; indeed one of the best ways of escaping this humdrum world is by indulging in a spot of nostalgia for the old days, which, for my generation of ex-train spotters will revive some truly remarkable memories of our childhood spotting trips.
After all, the hobby cuts no ice in today's hard-nosed society and this is especially the case at the parties I'm invited, where the people I meet are constantly looking over my shoulder in case someone more interesting enters the room.