I’m not much of a gunzel really. The world of gunzelism is something that can range from mild interest in things railed through to knowing everything but everything there is to know about every tramway and rail carriage and engine ever in service (and quite a few that never were).
In conversation some months ago, I discovered that Marita and Justine’s test of gunzelness is as follows:
Question: What is the name of the railway tunnel underneath Footscray station?
A. What tunnel?
B. I’ve noticed that tunnel, but have no idea what it’s called.
C. The Bunbury Street tunnel.
According to their theory, if you answered C, you’re a gunzel, even if only mildly.
This is nothing particular to be ashamed of. I concluded long ago that everybody’s a geek in some way. All of us know more about at least one topic of conversation than the average person. Okay, so some people take it to extremes, but we all have to have hobbies.
So anyway my mild gunzelic tendencies took me down the street this evening to the station, to get a little video of a steam train. It’s Steamrail’s yearly Snow Train (which I’ve been on once or twice). Just after 7pm it came thundering through. The mighty R-class engines are always an impressive sight, perhaps not ideal pollution-wise, but nonetheless a testament to the skill of the engineers who built them.
I’d love to post some video, but the sound track of the aforementioned thundering was ruined by the sudden arrival of the local morons, whooping and shouting such insightful exclamations as “It’s f—ing Puffing Billy!”