In a strange turn of events, the Skipton branch of the Great Northern Railway Enthusiasts monthly meeting and lecture was mobbed by hundreds of hairy leather clad bikers swelling the normal audience of a dozen to limits never seen before
Alf Brindle, 84, said "gobsmacked, couldnt believe it, such a crowd coming to a presentation on the old 0-4-0 tenderless run from Harrogate to Pontefract. It was only when they quietened down did I hear them shout "Axl, Axl".. hee hee 0-4-0 standard gauge, I replied. Well, such a commotion. Only when Ted Henderson got on the stage and fell over did they quiten. Bumblefoot! I shouted, you could have heard a pin drop, we always called Ted that as he had two left feet. Someone threw one of our posters at me "GNR!" he shouted.
Such a tense man but a cup of sweet tea soon had him at ease. We had a lovely chat, most of the rest of the boys stayed and we nearly ran out of hob-nobs. Slasher explained he was looking for Guns 'n' Roses. Oh, we laughed, the mistake was so obvious. We chatted late into the night, it was close on nine o'clock when they left.
Im still chuckling to myself, why would they think the GNR would invite Guns 'n' Roses? They're shite"