JOHN TAYLOR SHOULD BE CHUFFED TO BITS!

No matter what successes one may find in life, for some people it would appear that certain childhood dreams just never go away.

Take John Taylor for instance; and this week’s nostalgic letter which was published in the ‘Taylor Times’ regarding his longing for a return of the boroughs grimy old railway stations, his love for choking sulphuric smoke and the sounds of shunting from long-gone sidings and goods yards.

Could it be, that for all these years having criticized him for his condescending attitude to anything that is not Labour leaning, that all this time his sophomoric demeanour has been due to the fact that the councillor was nothing more than a closet train-spotter?

Why, oh why have I not recognised the obvious tell tail signs before?                                                                                 
Surely, with hindsight I should have put two and two together, if only because of his negative, inarticulate, grubby high vis’-clad, unfashionable, dreary oddball appearance, coupled with limited social skills and an obsessive personality.

We should also have rumbled the fact by his stereotypical appearance at every conceivable photo-opportunity, together with the tendency to ramble on about totally meaningless sets of unrelated sets of chronological numbers, reminiscent of a man who could quite possibly be mistaken for some poor soul who was suffering from some kind of personality disorder.

Just to think; all these years I have been labouring under the impression that lads usually give up train-spotting when they discover women and football! (And not necessarily in that order!)

So, not only do we have a ‘Fat Controller’ look-a-like at the helm; we've also got a Deputy Leader of the Council who is not just labour’s left leaning attack dog, but in his spare time he appears to have joined a cagoule of train spotters, who frequently display an unhealthy interest in old rolling stock.