MrWolf

Four that we know about. There's a rabbit hole either end of the main line through Encombe Town, all sorts of locomotives keep appearing through it.

It does, if they cancel their bids, they're out of the running. I don't think that stops them from bidding again before the auction end though.

Hence the 'almost' enough panniers. 😉 I'm presuming that+1 is about to hove into view from who knows where.

The other option was welding his tin legs to a manhole cover and using him for life size Subbuteo... But she hates football.

This was more what I had in mind: You only get a bigger bang with a Dreadnought carriage if 4472 Flying Backwards reverses into it.

I think that I know the word that you desperately seek: It's &*#!!....

A friend of mine used to wear a black Hawaiian shirt with large pink flamingos on it. His wife's opinion is not recorded.

Ah, layout operator's corporate wear. It's much better than the usual corporate polo shirts or sweatshirts that are made of some weird fabric which simultaneously brings on asthma, hay fever and radiation sickness.

She'd have welded his tin legs together and used him for a hat stand.

Bit cruel making him wear one your shirts though...

A 21 gun salute from HMS Victory should be subtle enough... Pity that we don't have any Dreadnoughts left, that would be even more appropriate.

That has to be the most convincing model of a disused signalbox I've ever seen. The crossing boards look nice and rotten too!

You can keep him, I showed the Memsahib that picture, she's taken my shotgun and locked herself in the bathroom...

Jolly damn good show old man. 😎

That's almost enough Panniers!

Sorry, not model railway, but I thought you'd like the picture!

Do you think there's a discount for bulk buyers?

I don't think I dare look. It's impossible to un-see things....

A friend of mine had the estate version, a brilliant car once we'd sorted out the suspension (lots were scrapped because of the cost and availability of parts unfortunately) it gave my BMW 320 a run for it's money. I've not seen one for a long time.

Yes, the Buick version was a cast iron lump that was going to be installed in their "compact" range rather than a six because Buick had a long tradition of straight eights or vee eights. They discarded it because it produced less power than the Chevrolet "Stovebolt" Six but used more fuel than the 364 or 401 cubic inch Buick"Nailhead " V8. Legend has it that someone senior from Rover literally fell over it on a tour of the development shop and was given it by way of an apology. The resultant engine is very different, (and tuned up isn't too slouchy) but it still doesn't have the grunt or the fuel economy of a 3.3 Vauxhall straight six of the period. The little 2.5 Daimler V8 as fitted to the Dart / SP250 is quite something else though.

1100mm is belt buckle height on me, and I'm not exactly a giant. You just wanted to include a nipple or armpit reference.... 😉

eBay's curious logic brought this up as a "similar item" during a search for prewar BSA motorcycle parts, I thought you might know something about it? https://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/384935764493?mkcid=16&mkevt=1&mkrid=711-127632-2357-0&ssspo=OGCxat2VTz-&sssrc=4429486&ssuid=3qkTzGg7QRS&var=&widget_ver=artemis&media=COPY

Yep, even got chumps trying it on when I had the Fireblade. Ninety in first gear anyone? Or the old Buick. 450bhp and 445ft/lb of torque* *More than twice that of a 3.9 Range Rover.

Defined by Viz comic as a McSh**e. "n. To enter said establishment and use the toilet with no intention of buying anything." Had a similar experience with a Jag driver recently, the predictable one of getting in the right turn only lane at the lights then going straight on in an attempt to overtake on the junction. I've even had that when I'm on the bike. Yes, it's seventy five years old in August, but you have obviously never heard of power to weight ratio nor do you know what a "Fast Road gearbox" is...

I cut mine down from 1250 to 1100mm when we moved, it's a much more agreeable height for viewing and working on. As for the noise, I always know if a friend of mine is running his old school O gauge in the loft the minute I walk in the house. Conversely, he doesn't hear my even more old school motorcycle pulling into the front yard!