Those of us who call ourselves Trammies might be seen as being a tad different form others. People who have ridden on our beautifully restored tramcars – in Christchurch (billed to return in coming months) and Auckland’s Dockline Tram, accept a degree of eccentricity. Maybe we are nuts about trams or just have a pride in propelling our colourful vehicles along busy urban streets? As with pretty women, heritage trams certainly turn heads. I suspect most budding Trammies are familiar with the 1986 Aussie comedy movie Malcolm (available on DVD). Malcolm is a tram nutter in the extreme. He is fired from his tram depot job for fabricating his own tram and gets into petty crime with his new lodger, Frank. Malcolm’s model tramway and other brilliant inventions in his ancient Collingwood (Melbourne) home have to be seen to be believed.
Malcolm is shy and brilliantly obsessive. He takes the concept of convertible cars to a new level and his remote control bank robbery techniques would surpass anything from James Bond (without Bond’s typical violence).