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It's an end to end depot so it's just peco medium radius points.

hi does anyone have a pair of 56s joined together with nrme kds if so what size did you use

Was there one class 20 in triple grey that did have

hi all im looking at doing a model of class 20088 in triple grey livery with snow plows. does anyone know if it had plows front and back or just on the cab end and at one point in its life did it have coal sector markings on the cabs. if anyone could also put up any pics if they have them that would be handy. Andrew

hi does anyone know a way to do an hfa with domaged hoods like this https://www.google.co.uk/search?rlz=1C1GGRV_enGB811GB811&biw=1440&bih=794&tbm=isch&sa=1&ei=uIJ-W_nnN6GMgAad-Jq4DA&q=hfa+coal+hopper&oq=hfa+coal+hopper&gs_l=img.3...17519.18251.0.18691.2.2.0.0.0.0.11.21.2.2.0....0...1c.1.64.img..0.0.0....0.PLPXX9LWXb0#imgrc=wLe6sebapHA5rM: Andrew

Yeah it ran about without arrows for a bit at the end of it career didnt it?

that looks great

Just found this and wanted to say well done its a superb layout. Keep up to good work. Andrew

Looks good. Andrew

who did the land rover in your recent pictures? Andrew

Loving the latest work on the Layout Terry and the 58 canvass looks great too. Just thought i would also share this photo of a frieght line that dives down and under the main line. Andrew

Great Layout really looks swell!

A father passing by his son's bedroom was astonished to see the bed was nicely made, and everything was picked up. Then, he saw an envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow. It was addressed, 'Dad.' With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope and read the letter, with trembling hands. 'Dear, Dad. It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend, because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mum and you. I've been finding real passion with Stacy, and she is so nice, but I knew you would not approve of her, because of all her piercings, tattoos, her tight Motorcycle clothes, and because she is so much older than I am. But it's not only the passion, Dad. She's pregnant. Stacy said that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods, and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children. Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't, really hurt anyone. We'll be growing it for ourselves, and trading it with the other people in the commune, for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want. In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS, so Stacy can get better. She sure deserves it!! Don't worry Dad, I'm 15, and I know how to take care of myself. Someday, I'm sure we'll be back to visit, so you can get to know your many grandchildren. Love your son Joshua. P.S. Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at Jason's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the school report that's on my desk. Call when it is safe for me to come home.

A duck walks into a pub and orders a pint of beer and a ham sandwich. The barman looks at him and says, 'Hang on! You're a duck.' 'I see your eyes are working,' replies the duck. 'And you can talk!' exclaims the barman. 'I see your ears are working, too,' says the duck. 'Now if you don't mind, can I have my beer and my sandwich please?' 'Certainly, sorry about that,' says the barman as he pulls the duck's pint. 'It's just we don't get many ducks in this pub. What are you doing round this way?' 'I'm working on the building site across the road,' explains the duck. 'I'm a plasterer.' The flabbergasted barman cannot believe the duck and wants to learn more, but takes the hint when the duck pulls out a newspaper from his bag and proceeds to read it. So, the duck reads his paper, drinks his be er, eats his sandwich, bids the barman good day and leaves. The same thing happens for two weeks. Then one day the circus comes to town. The ringmaster comes into the pub for a pint and the barman says to him 'You're with the circus, aren't you? Well, I know this duck that could be just brilliant in your circus. He talks, drinks beer, eats sandwiches, reads the newspaper and everything!' 'Sounds marvelous,' says the ringmaster, handing over his business card. 'Get him to give me a call.' So the next day when the duck comes into the pub the barman says, 'Hey Mr. Duck, I reckon I can line you up with a top job, paying really good money.' 'I'm always looking for the next job,' says the duck. 'Where is it?' 'At the circus,' says the barman. 'The circus?' repeats the duck. 'That's right,' replies the barman. 'The circus?' the duck asks again. 'That place with the big tent?' 'Yeah,' the barman replies. 'With all the animals who live in cages, and performers who live in caravans?' says the duck. 'Of course,' the barman replies. 'And the tent has canvas sides and a big canvas roof with a hole in the middle?' persists the duck. 'That's right!' says the barman. The duck shakes his head in amazement, and says .. . . . . . . 'What the f*** would they want with a plasterer??!'