Being a train driver is still the most popular dream job for young boys, a recruitment website survey suggests. Careers as footballers and policemen came second and third, but 10th on the list of boys' dream professions was simply to be rich.
However, the top three careers for young girls were nursing, teaching or becoming a vet.
More than 3,500 adults were asked what they had wanted to be when they grew up in the survey for AllTheJobs.co.uk.
Nicola Duarte, spokesperson for AllTheJobs.co.uk, said: "People's aspirations obviously change as they grow up
No1 daughter is currently doing her A levels........yup!!.. she want's to be a vet!!! Hoping to get her into Bristol if she makes the grades. Think it's going to be expensive for old dad for a few years yet. Ho Hum.
Don't get me started on train drivers. Next you'll be telling me they want to be subway drivers....round and round and round and round.......strike for more money (27K's not enough you know).......round and round and round....still not enough, strike again.......round and round and round......
Not only do the selection tests seem much easier but you get paid while you learn how to drive trains, there are no bonds or pay for your own train-type ratings (or whatever they are called), and a reasonable salary. I have been told there are drivers working for Virgin and EWS that earn in excess of £60k per year. It's tempting y'know...
Most large railway preservation societies offer a very short train driving course followed by a turn in the seat for a small fee.
Apologies in advance - this is a brag.....
During a ballooning trip in Sri Lanka recently our transport included a couple of days where we had the use of the Viceroy Special, a steam-hauled vintage 4-coach set with observation, dining and air-con cars, with a 1928 Hunslett 4-6-0 tender loco in charge. Fortunately H&S has yet to make a dent on the impressive bureaucracy inherited from the British (they've had 60 years to improve it) and so it is still possible to make friends with the footplate staff and travel at the fun end.
You don't get many things in life without asking nicely, so apart from the footplate ride I also did some 25 miles of firing, some running token exchanges (for single track working) and was in partial charge of the steam whistle!
Although not quite dressed for the part (white t-shirt, shorts and sandals) apart from my mucky paws I was cleaner than some of the others who had been hanging out of the doors while I shoved a few hundredweight of extremely dusty coal into the firebox most of which I'm sure went straight up the chimney.
On the last trip coming back down from the hill station back to Mount Lavinia, I also revisited the footplate while the loco was turned on a hand turntable (two of us!) and watered. From Columbo Fort Station down the coast to ML, through the city at night by steam is a memory that will live with me forever.....
End of brag. You can come out now, even though you probably all hate me.....
Had the dubious honour of working on that system about 12 years ago, when it was upgraded with more intensive service and computerised control systems.
The highlight was a requirement for a Method Statement to transfer ones body from the platform to the track, necessitated by some bright spark, the Project Engineer, who managed to fall off the platform and dent his skull.
Needless to say we worked after the commuters and staff had gone home, the piss and shit was still fresh on our nostrils and the rats were running round like it was the M25.
I never did go for a ride on the system, didn't like the look of the passengers, any way day time was for sleeping.
Sauchiehall Street was an experience, not at all like Peter Sellars impression.
When I were but a lad my stepfather were a director of the Eastern Region. Had some great rides on A4s. Siver Link, Silver Fox.
Then one evening at Dinner he announced "I've bought a Railway engine." He had bought the Flying Scotsman. I had several footplate rides on special trips. Of course we had to wash her a few times too. You think washing the car on Sunday mornings is a chore?