When you are tired of Warley, are you are tired of life?

I've taken to playing a little game when I visit exhibitions. I like to imagine that my novel has taken off in a massive way, and that I am as rich as Rowling.

Then I make a list of stuff I'd have bought if this were the case.

I'm reminded of this because post-Warley, Facebook (at least the bits involving toy trains) filled with pictures of stuff people had bought at the show. Several excitedly laid out their booty for us all to marvel over.

Always wanting to be down with the zeitgeist, here we go:

Yes. One cheap Oxford Rail wagon. Well, that and four packs of Ratio guttering, but those are for work so they don't count. 

Two days at the largest model railway show in the country and all I wanted was a funny advertising wagon. Something so unpopular that even selling for a fiver each, I could have chosen from 3 in the bargain basket at 4pm on Sunday. Mind you, the basket was full at the start so I wasn't alone. 

I'm not even sure why I bought it other than I quite like silly advertising liveries. That and I thought I really ought buy something. It was a cracking show and I sort of feel that if I don't come away with at least a few purchases, I'm not taking part properly.

It's a very nice wagon. One day it will find itself marshalled into a train of Beatties wagons perhaps. Or maybe I'll do something nasty with paint stripper to it. Probably not though as it's a pretty colour. And yes I know that's not the "proper" reason to chose a model. 

Maybe it the millions were in the bank, I'd have a fatter bag at the end of the show, but maybe not. Maybe I'm not so down wid da kidz after all.