~~ DRIBBLY FOAMERS AFTER DARK ~~
It is a question many of you have probably wondered over the years, "what exactly do railfans get up to after dark".
It is indeed a good question, and while there is a number of things, most of them cannot be listed here for moral and keeping your last meal down reasons.
Now far be it from me to judge what railfans do behind their own doors, I mean if they wish to risk paper cuts from prints on their most sesitive of parts, or don't mind an unwelcome visit or two from the RSPCA, then that is their choice and, quite frankly, none of our business. Unless it's our poodle.
On the odd occasion, some of the more, ahhmmm, well I wouldn't say mentally balanced, perhaps interesting, railfans get together (for a party you filthmongers).
Hmmmmm well some of us with an appreciation for alcohol and excessive consumption of same, occasionally get together for a BBQ, drinkies, chat and, some of us, to vomit on each other before falling on the floor.
Its times like this that allow you to unwind, to forget about that 92 year old guy that tried to fondle you lineside at Tahmoor last month and to finally get passed the last two years of utter devestation over missing 3112 as emergency engine on the Indian Pacific.
So put down your 'Bovine Weekly' stick book and grab your softest rag, lets have a look back into the anals of railfan history for a party had way back in 2006, a time when trains were much the same as they were today and gerbil injuries were on the increase.
The woman and children went into hiding! 
A former editor of Railway Digest paws through some railfan porn while Tezza looks on!
Scotty knows how to handle the meat.
Another Digest editor looks after his contributers! 
Yes well, it was time to take a number!
Dr Seuss drops in to represent CFCLA, while the psycologist is still looking for nuts!
Things begin to heat up in the railfan room and inhibitions are thrown out the window.
