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6 days ago

'Oh what a beautiful mooorrrrrnnniiiiinnnnngggg...', trilled the Museum one beautiful morning.
'Very nice', said the Bin.
The Museum beamed with delight; 'Did you like it? I've got loads more - "Oh the Deadwood stage is a comin..."'
'...No', said the Bin hastily; 'I meant "very nice" in the sense of expressing polite relief that you'd finished, not as an invitation to continue'.
'Oh'.
'Wish they'd learn that on the X-Factor', continued the Bin, who realised he'd probably hurt the Museum's feelings and felt some forced mirth would lighten the situation; 'Mind you, the whole thing's a load of rubbish - and I should know'.
'Because you're a bin'.
'Because I am, as you say, a bin', said the Bin; 'Rubbish is something of a speciality'.
'Bin busy?', asked the Museum who wasn't too bothered about having its show tunes interrupted, especially as it didn't actually have any idea where the Deadwood stage was a comin'.
'Busy? Golly I should say so - I've been double-bagged most of the summer', said the Bin.
'Ah, I thought it was just the way you were standing', said the Museum.
'How about you?', the Bin asked.
'I always stand like this', said the Museum; 'but we've had thousands of lovely visitors this summer and we've all had a great time, busy busy busy and all that'
'Fantastic!', said the Bin enthusiastically.
Museum and Bin lapsed into silence.
'Morning has brooooookkeennnnn...' sang the Museum.
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Ravenglass Railway Museum

1 week ago

Not seen Quarryman in the Museum lately? That's because volunteers are giving it an overhaul to restore the 90yr old loco' to tip-top running order - we'll keep you up-to-date on progress 😀 ... See MoreSee Less

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Ravenglass Railway Museum

2 weeks ago

‘I was thinking’, said Blacolvesley.
Synolda and Little Giant silently hoped Blacolvesley wasn’t going to turn thinking into talking.
‘You know what I was thinking?’, Blacolvesley continued.
Damn, thought Synolda and Little Giant.
‘I was thinking that we’re locomotives, right?’, said Blacolvesley.
Little Giant and Synolda exchanged a look. ‘Ye-es’, said Synolda slowly, ‘Well spotted’.
‘No, I mean we’re locomotives – that’s what we do; we locomote’, said Blacolvesley.
‘So?’, said Little Giant wearily. Blacolvesley’s conversation always took a turn for the surreal after exposure to a well-known brand of metal polish.
‘But we’re sitting here in the museum, static as it were, so what I was wondering is – are we still locomotives even when we’re not moving?’, mused Blacolvesley.
Synolda wasn’t in the mood; ‘As opposed to what, slim volumes of blank verse?’
‘It’s deep stuff, man’, insisted Blacolvesley, ‘Maybe right here and now, because we aren’t driving round pulling trains, fulfilling our primary function, we don’t actually exist’.
‘Well I'm happy where I am, thankyou very much’, huffed Little Giant; ‘It’s nice and warm in here, we’re all clean and people enjoy coming to have a look at us; now that’s what I call existing’.
‘But…’, began Blacolvesley, but Synolda broke in;
‘Alright, if you want to get metaphysical have a think about this one – if a tree falls over in a forest, and there’s no-one around to hear it, is it still a shame it didn’t land on you?’
Blacolvesley was silent for a long moment. ‘Seven?’, he said finally.
‘Seven? What do you mean, seven?’, said Synolda, mystified.
‘Is the answer seven?’
‘How could the answer possibly be seven?’
‘Eight then’.

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