A man goes into a Scottish baker's. "How much is that cake?"
"A poond"
"And how much is that one?"
"A poond. All ma cakes are a poond!"
"Oh, OK. What about that one?"
"Ach, that one's two poonds."
"Oh. Why's that then?"
"Tha's Madeira cake."
Yes! Spot on. "Silly ar5e". The running joke of course was that his lordship was perpetually drunk. This was lost on me in the "60's because all the adults in my family were very well behaved.
Gone are the days when giving to charity was an activity most of us did in private, or where the total raised was not attributable to one individual. E.g. a jumble sale.
I cut the body through, stretched it by about 12mm, cut the cab back off, fitted a firebox backplate and a pair of Dublo trailing wheels. Painted it beige.
Fun and funky. 0-4-2 !