Going to have a problem topping that cracking story Bob. I'll have a damned good try though...
It seems to have become apparent that I have a certain attachment to the mineral CaCO3 (and on some days I'd go as far as CaMg(CO3)2, its somewhat rarer cousin, a menage-a-trois if you will). Bob, I hope (*) will sympathise (please?) given his location. (*) Bob Hope?
One evening, in the pub (obviously) with some mates, I opined that I was indeed attached - I would go so far as to say romantically, yes - to the aforementioned sedimentary rock. The assembled throng challenged me to prove it in some way. Ohhhhh dear. BIG mistake. As it happened, at that time (1999 - Space?), Imperial Chemical Industries, aka Buxton Lime Industries, aka Brunner Mond, etc etc, made it known that they were enamoured of replacing the vacuum-braked railway wagons that had faithfully carted millions of tons of limestone from the Buxton area limestone quarries down to the Cheshire processing plants near Northwich over the previous 64 years, day in day out. They were acknowledged as being the UK's first dedicated bulk-transport railway wagon. </nerd>
I had heard of this on the (very strange) grapevine (limestone you say? Derbyshire limestone??), and realised in the pub that here was a scheme that would prove my undying love. I would buy one of those famous wagons. A long story later (no, don't worry), with many letters to various high-ups in ICI, and the National Railway Museum backing down in my favour for some reason, I suddenly found myself the proud owner of the first-built wagon itself, Number 3200! These things happen to all of us at one time or other yes? "Buyer collect" - OOOOPS! I'd actually/accidentally gone and bought the bloody thing! But this was great news. The only thing sexier than Mrs Perrin (at least when not wearing her limestone earrings) is a 1936 Charles Roberts (Wakefield) Bulk Limestone Wagon. Seriously!
One lorry journey later, and a couple of years of scraping and painting, me and my mistress were united at last.
The funniest(?) part was my pal Mad Mel of Stockport convinced me to buy one for HIM as well. The bugger STILL hasn't paid me for it 22 years later.
And before Stu laughs, he would have seen this railway wagon DAILY when he was a young nipper! Don't tell me you were unsmitten too Stu

Aww, c'mon guy(esse)s, gimme a break. It's Cheery Friday and my mistress awaits!
Reg 'Dibnah' Perrin

