Couldn't have put it better myself. I have a number of interests in addition to my railway based preferences, as most on this forum undoubtedly do, and it beats me how people like those you described get through their lives with apparently nothing to stimulate them whilst following the “normal” crowd like sheep.
In the present day it seems unbelievable that there could be such a thing as school trainspotting clubs as recently as the 1980s, with rail enthusiasm (In the many forms it takes, “trainspotters” are only a small sector of the hobby as a whole) now seen as such a taboo thing to be interested in.
I expect the 'sheep'
don't cope that well. Lots of unhappy people on diazepam and whatever else. Life is basically a void waiting to be filled. If you don't fill it with something you enjoy, even if that means ploughing a lonely furrow through a mocking society, it'll fill itself with drink, drugs, lack of fulfilment, unfocussed envy, and just general misery. We're pretty lucky you know.
Spotting/bashing/crankery or whatever was something close to a mass movement back then. Many people I know of my age would know the difference between a 31 and a 37 (for example), or know what DMU stands for, even though they now have no interest at all in the railway. Such things were just more mainstream, certainly in a town like York.
I wonder when this started to change? I lost touch with BR in a big way in about 1990 when I went to study in Northern Ireland (got loads of thumper and GM action while there though, including working for a year in Larne and getting 50 thumper miles a day

). When I returned I got married and pushed it all under, until I couldn't suppress it any more and got right back into it about three years ago. You can NEVER escape from this when you've been in it as deep as I was. Not permanently anyway! Gosh, hasn't it all changed though? Obviously I'd expect that the stock and [lack of] locos would all be different after almost 15 years in the comparative wilderness, but it's more than just that. It's so sanitised for one thing, and society's opprobrium towards us all is both unnecessary and bewildering
