Yes, there's photos of faded diesels and random nameplates. There's signs from station doors on the doors you're not supposed to enter.

In places there are odd pieces; German carriage notices, panels stripped from a loco with its number on.

But there was always the capacity for more gricer porn.

So it's great to see that Ralph at the Alexandra in Derby has gone totally hatstand and installed a platform clock in the bar. It helped me time my consumption of Dark Star Revelation.

(as in: drink a pint, drink the next quicker. And repeat)