Grassed Trains

Ethan Switch - Friday, 20 September, 2002 - 00:00:52 - print it raw

Spotted at Campbelltown at 0922 on the foot of the sealed guard door of carriage T4065, a clump of grass. The huge wad of sod looked like it was either growing out from under the crack or it was evidence that the trains are living it harder as the days go by. Forced out of the rocky surrounds of the railyards it seems as though some have been driven to the edge and live night by night by the banks of a derailment many years ago.

Of course, it could also mean that with the stress generated by the public wanting to see more and more of the Millennium trains the old stalwarts, with vomit-stained walls of sawdust and sand have taken to smoking some weed to relieve the tension of being on the frontline of abuse.

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