Doped up on smack
That's it, I'll get the whack around the ear from MOTS right now, get it over and done with.
There, that's better. Now a full explanation over who, what and why a class A drug comes into things. And why this class A drug brought about a great day out yesterday.
The Scottish Railway Preservation Society - MOTS and I went on a tour with them a few years ago up to Mallaig way up the West Highland Line. And since having one that is almost on obsession with a certain little blue tank engine we have made use of their services again.
Now let it be said I've always had a thing for old trains. MOTS will testify that at the NRM in York I can get lost in the warehouse for hours on ends - so I suppose it's not just the engines, the lines, but the whole shooting match.
I digress. Back to the smack. No tenuous link, no Radio 1 20 thousand steps to get from A to B. Nice and simple:
Cocaine, product of the coca plant
Coca-Cola, originally a product of cocaine origin
Santa, product of the Coca-Cola company (well, the red suit is, the guy himself is real enough)
And there we have it. Yesterday we met the jolly one on a special steam train service from Bo'Ness to the North Pole.
It's either a right of passage or it's taught at nursery. Either way we haven't given him much introduction the to busiest guy in December, so to see that he knows who Santa is, if not quite understands what he is or does, is something I'm amazed at.
Yelling down the platform our little guy was, at the big guy in the red suit. Yelling down the carriage our little guy was, at the big guy in the red suit carrying teh sack of presents. But when Santa sat next to him he went all shy. SHY?? Until he got his present, then after a very quick and quiet "thank you" he knew what do to - get that paper off in as short a time as possible. There's no chance of going eco-friendly at Christmas in this house, no chance of not using miles of paper - oh no, that seems to be the fun part.
Our second trip to the North Pole was a success (even the fall off the train onto the platform - that's a story only for social services in my defence). It's always a thrill to see Santa himself, and we're thankful he can come to visit us when he's so busy.
Although I don't mid helping him out - if he doesn't eat the goodies we'll leave for him on Christmas Eve I'll make sure they find a good home!
Oh, SRPS - one final note. They are spot on with their presents. No cheap rubbish, and wholly appropriate for the age. Worth every penny, and knowing they are making some money to keep a piece of our industrail* heritage alive is amazing.
* I made a typo here, the spell checker picked it up. Having seen the typo I have decided not to correct it!
