Future historians trying to get to the heart of the early 1960s should inspect closely photographs of any major railway station in the land. Kings Cross, Euston, Crewe, York, Edinburgh, you name them. Here the platform ends were thronged by armies of adolescent boys. Adorned with enamel badges of their favourite locos, they munched on Marmite sandwiches and chewed on Juicy Fruits, while feverishly underlining numbers from their Ian Allan ABC guides. This was an age of innocence – “before […]




