Following on from the discovery of shrinking plastic, I've tried to get the product to produce scale 48 sheet advert hoardings (in real life 10 by 20 feet, so a scale 40 by 80mm) but trying to work out the shrinkage was proving a problem, and the larger the original, the more distortion crept in.

Then the brain kicked in.

The main reason for me wanting plastic signs was down to paper or card not liking damp or changes in temperature, and whilst it is possible to apply a lacquer to paper or card to protect it, the fibrous nature of the material would still make it prone to curling or delaminating.  However, I had successfully printed on to the plastic sheet in full colour without smudging, so why not 3d print a set of bespoke hoardings, print out the adverts onto a sheet of the shrinking plastic, to the correct dimensions, cut and trim, then glue to the hoarding?  Just to be on the safe side, I gave the printed plastic a spray of photographic lacquer (used to protect home printed photos) but being on plastic, glued into a recess on the hoardings, they should hopefully be more robust than paper prints.

So, the inkjet printable shrinking plastic has solved my signage problem but not as I thought it would.

The local rag and Cock Marling's new brew Cock Inn  Cider.  The hoardings are mounted on the planter boxes with the 3d printed name of the station on them that I was going to use on the platform.  However, I thought 3d printed station name signage would look odd, but the planters make the ideal base for an advert hoarding located on the redundant track bed, planted up by the Wednesford in Bloom Swat Team who seem to be everywhere across the town.

The retaining walls haven't been glued into place yet

Move to Wednesford and buy a new home via Ben Gallow Estate Agents.  Or, if you are filthy rich, buy a factory instead from the Council.  Your choice.

"Leave it, leave it to Len, leave it to Len Langlands…"

Part of the fun of making your own ads is (a) you can stick two fingers up to corporate flim-flam and (b) you can have fun with friends and relatives.  My cousin and her daughter in law in this case, and the three most argumentative solicitors in Wednesford played by three friends.

 ...and in this case, my niece, who loves art and crafts, her dad, who is an expert modeller in his own right, and my cousin's son whose taxi firm has explosive fares deals.

Clearly Cassocks from Hassocks are happy the preponderance of clergy rail enthusiasts make it worth their while advertising in the Midlands when their retail outlet is on the Brighton Line.  I wouldn't mind, but to get there from Wednesford would take forever, changing from the daily direct service to Brighton at Gatport Airwick.

Wednesford's Premier Night Out, the Knight Inn Cabaret Bar and Lounge.

Actually, apart from the Poplars and the chippy, it's probably Wednesford's only night out unless you fancy paying for an evening horizontal leisure consultant.  Which reminds me, I must pop over to the Noch website and have a look at their "sexy scenes"...

Funny, Wednesford's graphic designers don't seem to know if they are in the 60s, 70s or 80s judging by the typefaces.  It'll end up being twinned with Scarfolk.