Random Bollocks From A Semi-Retired Foamer!

Howdee campers,
Well yes indeed it has been a long time since I made my way here to convey endless amounts of dribbly guff - have you missed me?
I know, you don't give much of a toss, so don't sit there giving me a heap of bloody lies telling me how much you wish I would post regularly. I also know you have been busy regardless, chasing trains, munching on junk food and reading magazines about knitting and bottoms.
Truth is I have been to busy - to lazy as well - to get off my furry bott bott and take any photos, or scan up anything worth talking about. Of course, if you were all to pay me, I suppose I would be more enticed to share my years of wisdom and toilet humour with you on more frequent occasions.
Anyway, enough of the bollocking on - lets look at a selection of things that have got in the way of my lens lately.

RP C3333 takes off to the extremely beautiful country of the Philippines.
Oh god I wish I was in the Philippines, chasing GEs and photographing the lovely locals - instead I am sitting here, somewhat tanked on quality Filipino beverages and trying to focus on what I am posting here.
Oh yeah, this is a plane, the trains are further down.

GL102 pulls out a heavy load of containers from 'DP World'.
Contrary to popular belief, the DP does not stand for David Philips.

This rated a 12 on the orgasmatron metre.
44204 and DL43 spent a significant amount of time shunting Patricks
and DP World.
Would have more photos but the stupid digital was mucking up.
God I miss film.

My mate Ted on the look out for approaching trains!

Bloody trees are dangerous around Marrickville!

Rivaling the shot of 44204 for undie destroying excitment, we find 442s3 and RL, ahmmmm, heck, I think it was 4. Can't remember in my current state.
To the left of the cab is the world famous 'Colonel' (aka David Philips), Coote Rails (or whatever bloody name they are giving the same operation this week) finest employee and shining example to rail employees everywhere.
The train was headed to Newcastle, but the somewhat buggared crew were looking forward to jumping off at Enfield and heading home to their wives, or perhaps to someone elses wife.

Many railfans will probably not understand this very small, VERY SMALL, joke.
I should point out, for legal reasons, that by this I am not condoning beastiality.
The photo was taken at Belfield just prior to a very heavy rain storm from the east, which would have made for a very wet pussy.

4906 and 4903 (though not necessarily in that order) pass through Belfield enroute to Botany as the first spits of rail fall upon the earth (and our cameras).

Our recent display for the new RIHSPI museum charity.
We did quite well on the night, however railway preservation is an expensive affair and any of my readers who feel a little generous are invited (begged) to give a little.