A gloomy photo of what has to be said (if it's not speaking ill of the dead!), a gloomy man. Don't get me wrong, I loved working with Colin because he was a man from a previous era and no way would he compromise the way he'd been 'brought up' on the railways.
I knew him before I started on the railways as he and his old mate Jimmy Maddocks (also no longer with us) drank in The Nelson next to Stockport Infirmary where I worked in the operating theatre and went for the occasional pint in said establishment. Despite his loathing for railway enthusiasts (bloody trainspotters!), he had a grudging respect for what I did as a job and for the price of a pint would gladly hand over a working timetable or two! Or was that Jimmy Maddocks......
Colin was an inveterate snuff user, he liked (euphomism) a pint, he was a mysoginist, he was probably a grumpy old man before the expression was invented but above all, he was a Railwayman (capital R) and it was an honour to have known and worked with him.
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