Well done, old friend - up to your usual high standard. Very nice precise work which will look excellent when standing guardian over the terminus on your planned layout.
Roger. -
Howdy, Roger!
Good to hear. I’m really not worthy of your venerable praise, my friend, but I shall try and live up to it
I’m just back from a rather pleasant trip to Chester to visit Chester Models which apparently stocked the missing mandrel I needed for my mini drill so that I could fit the ‘proper’ roof which will bring this stage of the build to completion, so apologies for my delay in replying.
Needless to say, it turned out that they were out of stock……………
Nothing lost however, as we made a pleasant afternoon of things, the bonus being that our old aged passes ensured that it cost the total sum of sweet FA to travel by train
Well, it was pleasant until the final part of our journey from Liverpool which we endured in a packed carriage, in stark contrast to the Chester line. Anyway, towards the end of the journey, my wife drew my attention to two teenage girls of school age who sat down on the seats immediately in front of us which had just been vacated. Apparently she had overheard one of the making unkind remarks to a couple of boys sat opposite who were about the same age. As she mentioned it, the cocky, gobby little Scouse one caught my gaze and remarked ‘what are you staring at? Are you an old man who likes looking at young girls? Pervert, blah, blah….’
But as you see, Roger, what this little bully didn’t realise was that the likes of you and I are impervious to this ubiquitous childish rant of the modern adolescent, so it took her aback slightly when I addressed her in front of the whole carriage. As usual, it wasn’t long before the rat-peeping-through-privet-hedge lookalike was back on the front foot backed up by her giggling sidekick girlfriend, uttering the usual insults and trying to look ‘hard’ whilst scoffing their crisps, bless.
Anyway, as per protocol I allowed her the space and time to make an even bigger Pratt of herself in front of our captive audience, before launching a totally random remark which, as you well know, Roger, catches them rather unawares.
Let’s put it this way, the nuisance bully left the train with a complex; the exasperated stammering, nervous laughter and trying to reflect ridicule speaking volumes
As we alighted at the next station, an elderly chap seated behind me looked up and gave me an appreciative smile; not sure this would go for the rest of the modern looking passengers though
I hate myself at times, but the scenario played out here was merely a microcosm of what this country needs at present.
Oh, those hurty words, Roger.
Thanks again, Roger and write soon.
Jon