Quote from: crewearpley40 on Yesterday at 10:41:14 PMAre you trying to recreate the events of August 8 1963 mick

No, but the lights on the TPO coaches impressed a few who'd not seen/heard of them, bearing in mind Heatherley is strictly a DC layout

Love the 40 mick on the TPOs

Type 2 smooth running too

Are you trying to recreate the events of August 8 1963 mick

No, that is the other Paul Young!

My aged Farish Brush Type 2 has had a split gear replaced by a well known Dr of this forum and runs sweetly once again

Farish class 31 with MK1s on Heatherley by Mick Hollyoake, on Flickr

Meanwhile a somewhat naughty TPO train was hauled by a split head code class E.E. Type 4 (naughty as the coaches ranged from 1960s stock through to much later)

Split headcode class 40 with TPO  train on Heatherley by Mick Hollyoake, on Flickr

Before Sad Café Paul Young was lead singer with the Q Tips.
Here they are with a soul rendition........

Another underrated band from the 10cc era that had some chart successes and were linked to 10cc.

Late one evening with the future Mrs Moonglum, we had been drinking in the Northwood Hills public house (yes, the one that a young Reg Dwight started his career in) we got in my car (my mum's actually) and listened to an impressive live concert on the radio on the way home - we had no idea who it was until the end - it was Sad Cafe! The next day I bought their album "Misplaced Ideals". Sad Cafe had a superb singer in Paul Young (not that one) and a band that could really mix it up with ballads, rock, pop and reggae. Eric Stewart of 10cc produced their third album "Facades" which spawned their biggest hit "Everyday Hurts". Anyway, here is a taster of their lesser known side...

https://youtu.be/o-Zi5Ct4ouY?si=HQjlfhT-iuqsW6Vb

The keyboard player Vic Emerson (RIP) went onto play in 10cc. Paul Young (RIP) sang in Mike and the Mechanics.

Cheers,

Tim

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