From a Birmingham Division correspondent
Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 7:08 pm
and an ex Western Region bit at that:
'When I first started work at Wolverhampton Low Level (then a parcels depot) I was bemused by the fact that one of the railmen would often be greeted with owl hoots by the more immature chaps - something which obviously annoyed him. Eventually I got the full story.
Back in the days of steam, it was quite common at certain times of the year, for a train ex Paddington to arrive with a pheasant lodged on the front of the engine which it had collided with somewhere in the Chilterns. This was regarded as a treat by the porters who would collect said birds and dine in style.
One evening, a King arrived with an owl impaled under the smokebox. The wags on the platform gathered up the owl and presented it to this chap (name of Billy Mytton and none too bright) and told him that it was his turn to get the "pheasant". He booked off with the owl in his "snap-bag" and apparently his poor wife plucked, gutted and cooked it. He was told the truth the next day. Hence the fact that some 15 years or so after the event he was still subject to taunts of "too whit too whoo".
I did ask the inevitable question; didn't he notice that it had a flat face? They reckoned that they'd told him "that's where the engine hit it"
'When I first started work at Wolverhampton Low Level (then a parcels depot) I was bemused by the fact that one of the railmen would often be greeted with owl hoots by the more immature chaps - something which obviously annoyed him. Eventually I got the full story.
Back in the days of steam, it was quite common at certain times of the year, for a train ex Paddington to arrive with a pheasant lodged on the front of the engine which it had collided with somewhere in the Chilterns. This was regarded as a treat by the porters who would collect said birds and dine in style.
One evening, a King arrived with an owl impaled under the smokebox. The wags on the platform gathered up the owl and presented it to this chap (name of Billy Mytton and none too bright) and told him that it was his turn to get the "pheasant". He booked off with the owl in his "snap-bag" and apparently his poor wife plucked, gutted and cooked it. He was told the truth the next day. Hence the fact that some 15 years or so after the event he was still subject to taunts of "too whit too whoo".
I did ask the inevitable question; didn't he notice that it had a flat face? They reckoned that they'd told him "that's where the engine hit it"