Leyland Train Station
We would regularly go to Preston as kids when I lived in Leyland, and quite often on the train. I can’t remember how much it cost but it was cheap in them days, and quite an adventure. We also used to go down to the train station simply to watch the trains go by, it was somewhere to hang out. Trainspotters used to congregate at the far end of the platform doing nothing to dispel the geeky stereotyping that existed, whilst we used to hang out menacingly in the shelters. Rik was a part time trainspotter and used to get excited if a class 60 train was due to come through the station, and he used to go ‘bog bashing’ which entailed him waving at crap trains???
It was a different time then. Many lads my age from Leyland will remember the transgender ticket collector at Leyland station, he was a very pleasant fellow and I imagine grossly misunderstood. In them days people just assumed it was a kinky gay bloke who used to dress up as a woman, you were either gay or you weren’t, no in-between. After all, that was only 13 years after ‘you’re either not gay or you don’t talk about it’. Nowadays, and quite rightly, it’s completely accepted that gender is a choice and no-one bats an eyelid (well most people!). I tell you something, that fella had balls, well at least for the majority of the 80’s!
It was a different time then. Many lads my age from Leyland will remember the transgender ticket collector at Leyland station, he was a very pleasant fellow and I imagine grossly misunderstood. In them days people just assumed it was a kinky gay bloke who used to dress up as a woman, you were either gay or you weren’t, no in-between. After all, that was only 13 years after ‘you’re either not gay or you don’t talk about it’. Nowadays, and quite rightly, it’s completely accepted that gender is a choice and no-one bats an eyelid (well most people!). I tell you something, that fella had balls, well at least for the majority of the 80’s!
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