Saturday, December 29, 2007

Lightning McQueen

Is this car a relative of Lightning's?
Good car, has eyes in the back of its head.

Soiled Daks Moments #3


First appearing on Platform Whinos, posted here with permission from BLI BLI!

Welcome to your DFC life
Theres no turning back
Even while we sleep
Gunzels will find you
Pretending to be our lord and saviour
Turn your back on normal behaviour
Every gunzel wants to rule the world

Its my own hobby
Its my own remorse
Help me to be king
Help me make the most
Of ALCo and of EMD
If I miss a shot I'll be peeved
Every gunzel wants to rule the world

Theres a room where the bum bangers will find you
Holding hands while the bowels come tumbling down
When they do they'll be right behind you

So glad weve almost made it
So sad they had to fade it
Ever gunzel wants to rule the world

I cant stand their ego
Mas******ing with a picture of an ALCo
Every gunzel wants to rule the world
Say that you'll never never never never need it
It always hurts when its where you s***!
Every gunzel wants to rule the world

All for bu**ex and for pleasure
GEs never last forever
Every gunzel wants to rule the world

Thursday, December 27, 2007

Soiled Daks Moments. Pt2

Dick Smith shame!

Unless you want a special!

Now normally I have nothing but praise for the Dick Smith Electronic stores, they are more often than not the cheapest and usually quite helpful.

Thus it is a shame they today find themselves in the halls of 'Fedupfoamer' fame.

However it is mismanagement or just plain stupidity that allows them to run out of a special a couple of days into a two week special. A Grundig DVD player was advertised as on special from the 26th December to the 7th of January, yet despite trying three stores, we were unable to find one.

Way over at that bleedin Eastgardens store, I don't go that far for my holiday, they admited to not having had enough and that they won't be getting any more.

What a sad stain on an otherwise good record with them.


New Years Resolutions!

OK, hands up who has made one?
Now hands up who think they will keep to it?
Not many of you still with your hands up hey.

Each year I used to make a new years resolution that I would get photos of a list of locomotives and would go photographing in certain location for the first time!


This year I am faced with an existence that, to be quite frank, is seemingly useless. Yep I admit it, life has sucked the last year. Operations, lack of work, endless building up of bills and the late fees to go with them, a harsh reality that many people don't gives a rats left bollock as to whether or not you can even live.

Its been a time of reality, not only in regards to the fact life is not endless, but also a reality that not everyone who you may think cares for you, actually does.

Come January 1st my resolution is to say exactly what I am thinking. Not bottle it up and let it come out in bursts, I will just out with it. To hell with the consequences.

Yep I know a few people who will become decidedly pissed off about it, some will likely not talk to me again, however I know the worthwhile ones will still be left standing at the end of the next 12 months and those are the ones I will confidently be able to say "actually care".

It could well be a life/work/hobby changing experience for me, I hope it is and I hope others will also take the time to start saying what they think.

Stop covering up because you don't wish to hurt someone. Stuff them, if they gave two hoots about you, then you would have no reason to have been so forward in the first place.

I admire those people who are able to be forward with their thoughts. Those who don't bollock around and not say what is bothering them. It may not always be good to hear, but at least you know the truth, no fake friendship, no spiteful games, just the total truth.

I dearly hope I can be one of them and have stronger friendships out of the resultant trainwrecks some friendships are about to become.

I want my experience!

The advertisments said "Come into Officeworks for a completely different Christmas experience"!
I decided to partake in such a wonderful offer, I mean, I have had plenty of amazing Christmases (Christmasii?).
Showing up to buy a packet of pens I was immediately taken by the amazing, well, range of pens. There were some decorations around the place, but still no different a christmas experience than I could get down the Campsie 'Everythings $2' junk store.
It must be at the checkout where a reasonably attractive blonde chick with a Santa hat was serving.
Perhaps the completely different experience was that I would get the pens for free, perhaps commercial greed had been put aside for a week and the good of the community would come first.
When she rung up the $2.15 I realised it must be that she rips off her top.
So as I handed over the coins, I was shaking with anticipation as the exciting view about to be brought forth.
On handing me the reciept, she gave me a small incincere smile (you know, the ones you get at any grocery store), turned away and said 'Thank you'.

Confused, I walked out of the store.

Can someone help tell me where my 'completely different' experience is? I seem to have lost it.

Ignoring: Does it help?

Ignoring a problem in a friendship?

Does it mean the problem will go away?

I don't believe so but am open to thoughts of the contrary!

Scum, Pure Scum!

What a low and disgusting country we have become.


Tuesday, December 25, 2007


The Train Lantern

In a terrible accident at a railroad crossing, a train smashed into a car and pushed it nearly four hundred yards down the track. Though no one was killed, the driver took the train company to court.
At the trial, the engineer insisted that he had given the driver ample warning by waving his lantern back and forth for nearly a minute. He even stood and convincingly demonstrated how he'd done it. The court believed his story, and the suit was dismissed.
"Congratulations," the lawyer said to the engineer when it was over. "You did superbly under cross-examination."
"Thanks," he said, "but he sure had me worried."
"How's that?" the lawyer asked.
"I was afraid he was going to ask if the damned lantern was lit!"

Imagined Superiority!

An interesting, but incredibly disgusting, attitude becoming far more common amongst people one frequents with, is that of imagined superiority.

The expectation that you, being a lesser person, will be ready and happy to accept whatever it requested of you. Anything. To not be satisfied with the situation as delivered to you is just not tolerable and treat either with disgust, or even amusement.
You family, or its situation, is just irrelevant to them. You can struggle, fight, survive or die, it means nothing, as long as you continue to further their cause.

Imagined superiority, it knows no useless boundaries such as friendship or nationality. It mostly comes from an idea of business ownership representing success in the world, the idea of someone just wishing to be a worker with no responsibility, is almost offensive and disgusting. Despite they being useful to them as humble drones, slaves even, to further their advancement in the world.

Lies - Deciept - False friendship - Hiding

They are all signs that something is not quite right, that this person is indeed one of the incredible people suffering from 'Imagine Superiority'.

To my readers I have one thing to say!

"Say what you think-express what you feel.
Look after those who care and treat you equal.
Discard those who show no consideration"

Your 2008 will be far better than any other year. It may be hard at first, but those who truly care will be there at the end. To heck with the rest.

Sunday, December 23, 2007

Guest whingers welcome.

From time to time I am happy to include the whinges of other railfans.
Perhaps it is a customer service business, perhaps its another railfan (names best not mentioned), perhaps it was a prime example of societies scum, perhaps its your boss making life hard, perhaps a rail employee.
Who knows, but if it gets up your passage then let us know
parkes_pete at yahoo dot com dot au
I'm sick of being treated unfairly by the people I endure - I am sure you are to.
If society, in your eyes, sucks the big one - Just tell em how much they suck!

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Soiled daks moments!

Unreliability in people!

What is it with people nowdays? Ever arranged to meet someone and they just can't be arsed turning up?
This seems to be a new phenomenon in todays society and is as clear an evidence as any of the societies crumbling interest in others.
Remember when phones were used? You would call and notify of your not being able to make a pre-arranged appointment. Today we are blessed, perhaps not the word, with SMS, email, mobiles, answering machines, land lines, smoke signals, pens, pencils and snailmail, yet it seems all to hard to ensure some poor bastard dosen't waste his day waiting for an appoitment that just isn't going to happen.
Perhaps this is one railfan who isn't keeping up with the changing times. Perhaps it is time for this little black duck to start making arrangements and then saying STUFF IT, I can't be bothered, they will understand.
Afterall, it is 2007 and my fellow man/woman should not have any feelings. That sort of luxury is reserved only for myself.
God I detest people!


Check out the L7 logo. Who copied who.
Perhaps this is Railcorp, punishing a station manager for delaying a train.

St George bank.

Who do they think they are kidding? A few wanky ads about the popularity of their bank managers and all of a sudden they are good with people.
- It takes up to six days for a an internet transfer of money AND BETWEEN ST GEORGE ACCOUNTS! Why is this. Why can ones pay be transfered by their employer on a Thursday and not show until Tuesday?
Are computers that slow at St George?
- Recently those wonderful people at St George who a sooooooooooooooooo good with people, were good enough to raise the monthly account keeping fee for accounts under $5000. You show me a railfan as old as me with an account over $5000 and I shall show you a long decayed corpse with a good interest rate.
How stupid are we expected to be?
Banks just expect that you are stupid, bosses also feel you should be stupid, real estate agents, car sales people, government employees. They all expect that you are stupid and because we shut up and let them get away with it, then there is no reason why they should think we ARE NOT AS STUPID AS THEY THINK!
Well no more. Lets make 2008 the year we say what we think.
Let the dregs of society unite!

Dont take photos after dole office christmas parties.

It isn't a wise habit, not only can you run the risk of getting caught short and experiencing penial overload, you can also waste a good slide, something that is certainly not cheap nowdays.

So after your bourbons, take a good slash and then toddle on home to you candy bars and mommy.

Merry Christmas if you must.

Thanks for taking an interest in my dreary life. Join me next year for more rantings about my life and the trains I share it with.
Be sure to click on the snowman at left!

Railfan odours.

Ever travelled to Alice Springs with a fellow railfan. It was the last time I ever allowed myself to be couped up in a confined space with one.

Thursday, December 20, 2007


Three men go on holiday abroad together. The tourist office informs them that there is only one hotel in town with vacancies. The lads go along there, only to be told by reception that there is just one available room left in the hotel. They are not keen, but as it is their only option, they take the room for one evening and share its only bed. That night, they all enjoy a good night's sleep. In the morning, the guy on the right side of the bed says, "I dreamt I had the best wank last night." The guy on the left side says, "That's funny, I had the exact same dream!". The guy in the middle says, "I dreamt I was skiing."

Campsie drooling cod fondler.


Being a little on the edge of sanity myself I do tend to feel sorry for the droolers in the railfan hobby. Drooling is a common worldwide thing, but when events like this happen you have to wonder if its not time to go jump under a bus, or throw yourself totally drunk off a Manly ferry.

Was returning home from the RSL lunch raffle in bad need of a shower when I was suddenly hit with a strange desire to check out the return of that Yenoora train through Campsie.

Rocked up to the station, brief talk to Ian, then headed on down to the platform for a squiz and wait for the train in question to come rolling by.

Now I like Campsie stations. It is usually free of societies degenerates and buttburglars, while, usually other, shall we call them railfans, head to stations further east.

Today was the exception though. Some older DROOLER in a tartan shirt with shorts twenty sizes to small for him stood at the end of the platform, two cameras around the neck and a distinct look of, well I am unsure how you could describe it. But lets ay one would not be immediately enticed to go near the person.

Most disturbing of all was the unusual habbit of putting his hands down his pants for extended periods of time. I know, being men we must occasionally rearrange the assets, I understand this. But this lad was doing a lot of rearranging, I mean, a florist spends less time arranging at Xmas than this guy was. While the florist dosen't feel a need to smell their fingers each time either.

In the end I was just so sickened I left soon after a coal train rolled by, joined by usual two finger salute by the crew.

Is it any wonder crews hate us so, it just takes one plum player to ruin it for everyone.

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

New safety vest deemed a failure!

The following is based on a report that may bare little resemblence to the truth.
Seems the new Railcorp dark blue safe vest was not considered very visible on dark nights.

While high speed impacts of a train against the body of a orange safety vest wearer resulted in virtually no damage, it was found that the dark blue version didn't offer the same protection and officers were still trying to located missing body parts some five days later.

Heres what that Telegraph rag had to say.

Normally I treat all that journalists say as a load of stinking cobblers, I mean have you ever read the rubbish they publish when it comes to trains?
Do they even both to research train facts or do they just invent it in an effort to publish it all first?
Anyway, this is that Telegraph publications report on the buses.,22049,22950060-5006009,00.html

State Transit - Rumoured to be a transport service.

What a smelly excuse for a first world transport service State Transit has become.

I mean, have you used the service lately? Vomit near the back door of one bus, the almost customary screaming loony, the endless graffiti scratched into the wondows by some of societies lowest of scum..

Just yesterday I had need to catch a bus when the Falcon slagged itself. Its a 20 minute service offered and the following pretty much outlines the events.

10.05 Bus departs

10.06 I get to bus stop.

10.25 This bus never even shows. Not surprising given news reports this morning saying that, on average, 140 buses a day can't be bothered too.

10.45 Finally a bus approaches, but in the last moment one dopey bloody minion opens his car door to have it wiped off by the bus. The result that the bus disgorges its load of socities slaves and is unable to take the, now, huge lot of people.

11.05 A bus is due.

11.09 Where is that flamin bus. People now start opting to try their luck and risk being ripped off by cabbies.

11.15 Ten minutes late, the bus finally shows up. Being grateful that a bus actually showed up I decide to find a space within which has the least people and sit down for the trip home.

11.16 Yep there we go. The screaming loony. This time in the form of some near 80yo Miss Crotch-Itch. She is apparently upset that the bus stopped to pick up passengers when it is running late. Whinging ALOUD about it all the freaken way to where the stupid thing got off.

I suppose my biggest complaint is State Transit's obvious disregard for the environment. Printing out all those flamin timetables can't be good for the world and since they don't stick to them, THEN THEY ARE A BLOODY WASTE TOO.


Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Welcome Uncaring Members Of Society!

You know who you are!

You name me one person who has not been screwed over by another donkey in society. Everything sux nowdays, attitudes, service, relationships, transport, the railway hobby. In fact other than the missus, the list of things that sux is endless.
We are all mongrels, filthy, smelly, time wasting mongrels. Even I cannot escape the sad fact that I too belong to the human race and as such feel compelled to do what it takes in the name of self-preservation, in order to get ahead, in an effort to try to make of myself what society expects of me.
Do I succeed in achieving the lofty heights of being what society expects? NO I FAIL DISMALLY! Yep, society would no agree with my ways and, well, you know what?


Enjoy the blog!