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Ian (Able) A shame , from your POV, that Warley and Glasgow are separated by so much time - Glasgow is another that is well worth a visit! - best to the patient!

Not wanting to put you off - but to inspire you - can I suggest a look at this http://www.railroad-line.com/forum/topic.asp?TOPIC_ID=23011- superb modelling - Only look when you have a couple of spare hours - there are several pages !!!

I have to admit that in my house the O in the title tends to vanish! What a total waste of space!

Great news, Ian - give her my best! Jack

......such as Carshalton sur Mer, perhaps ???

We have just, at 1450, been visited by a male and female fieldfare on the cotoneaster hedge, gobbling berries , along with 4 blackbirds, here in the land of the Frozen Haggis - stap me vitals - 'tis cold!

You need to extend the loading siding, or move the loader - as it is, you could ony fit one and a half wagons under it, and it would normally accept more for efficient working - otherwise a nice job

.......and then there is the SPECTRE C130 gun platform with the field gun strapped inside it - alleged to be the fastest accelerating C130 around!

Postiche is available from Green Scenes, but you may need Poly Fibre from Woodland Scenics. Postiche should also be available from Theatrical suppliers

But the Gatling in the A-10 Warthog does a much better job!

To me that looks like somebody did a Chewbacca conversion and then painted it with white primer

........Isn't it a good thing it isn't called Fluckr......???

A hungry young bloke, who was short on money, walks into a seedy cafe in Glasgow. He sits in the corner and notices an old Jock with his arms folded, staring blankly at a bowl of chilli. After ten minutes of just sitting there staring at it, the hungry bloke bravely asks. "If you aren't going to eat that, mind if I do?" The old Jock slowly turns his head toward the young bloke and says. "Nah, ye can gae ahead." Eagerly, the young bloke reaches over and slides the bowl over to his place and starts spooning it in with delight. He gets nearly down to the bottom and notices a dead mouse in the chilli. The sight was shocking and he immediately pukes up the chili back into the bowl. The old Jock, without looking up, wryly says. "Aye, that's as far as I got."

Steve - see post 65 - you may have to wait for an answer. Jack

Love that use for an Airfix footbridge - what did you use for the cage and its supports?

For centuries, the Kung bushmen from the deserts of southern Namibia have known what to do if a drought threatened their crops: dance in clockwise circles while improvising harmonic chants at the edge of the village to implore the sky gods for rain. Now, unfortunately they are facing both mortification and hunger as an older generation of men with two left feet try to join in. ‘It’s excruciating,’ 19-year-old goat herdsman Mpumpomelo Nujoma told an anthropologist. ‘These 50-something old fools just sit around doing nothing much all year, then when we need rain, there they are shuffling about out of synch, deluding themselves that they are impressing both the village girls and the spirits of our ancestors. And considering we live our entire lives stark naked, it just isn’t going to happen, is it?’ Since the 1950s, the 90,000-strong San, Sho, Barwa, Kung and Khwe tribes of southern Africa have gradually abandoned their hunter-gatherer lifestyles and settled in villages. This makes them vulnerably dependent on unpredictable weather patterns, hence the development of a complex series of rain dances. ‘Dad rain dancing’ is seen as totally counter-productive. Many of the older men perform their dances on a hillside, contrary to all tradition, yodelling cliché-ridden lyrics out of tune in 4/4 time and rapidly getting out of breath. ‘In many cases, they spin anti-clockwise, which could actually be driving the rain away, even if the sight of a 54-year-old attempting some breakdance moves he learned off an American tourist should logically make the sky want to cry,’ Nujoma said. With no rainfall in the past five months and the threat of crop failure looming, Nujoma admitted that bold measures are needed. ‘The sages tell us of a kingdom far away called ‘Scotland’ where, strange to say, it actually rains more than you would want it to,’ he said. ‘We are therefore clubbing together to send my useless old uncle to attend a ‘ceilidh’ and learn to ‘Strip the Willow’. I hear you are even encouraged to drink fermented crops first, so the silly old goat should love that.’

I know not where Abigale went, but she seems to have missed the Cromarty Firth - though we have had a fair dose of down-pouring wee-wee pre-pissitation !

Here in the Land of the Northern Haggis, where the water runs off granite, we have beautifully soft water that used to be pure, and very occasionally, slightly coloured by peat - about seven years ago they started chlorinating it, and at times it is undrinkable - fortunately those are indicated by turning the tap on and seeing if you can smell it! We keep a small supply of bottled for those occasions

The "luminous entity" to which you refer is an illegitimate humanoid with a hand-held, electrically-powered, illuminating device en route to your location, with a large enormous quantity of rubbish excreted stuff for you to sort out for your employer

You don't, by any chance use Incredimail, do you? Mine reset itself the other day and dumped all my addresses - It also refused to send emails - turned out that the reset had connected a strange sending server - reverting to the correct address sorted it out. 3 days later my address book and extra folders re-appeared, with no action taken ! I hate computers !!! NB This is on 8.1 and not 10

Steve - this may help http://www.nwhs.org/archivesdb/selectdocs.php?index=rs&id=2600

I have a garden full of them - at times it is like a moving brown carpet - They roost in next-doors garden - there is the remains of an old cherry tree which was butchered for the wood by a gang of itinerant "tree surgeons" when the elderly lady lived there To cover up the resulting mess it has clematis grown up it which now forms a really thick "top cover" and the racket that comes from it when they return to roost at night, and when they wake in the morning is unbelievable

As witness the fans of the Greenbay Packers (The Cheeseheads) - male ones seem to remove their shirts and wave them at matches during snowstorms and when the temperature is below -10°C. The female ones do not appear to suffer from this malady (regretably!)

Two good old boys, Mick & Paddy, have been promoted from privates to Lance Corporals. Not long afterward, they're out for a walk and Mick says, "Hey, Paddy, there's the NCO Club; let's you and me step in." "But we’re only privates," protests Paddy. "We’re Lance Corporals now," says Mick, pointing to his stripe and pulling him inside. "Now, Paddy, I'm a-gonna sit down and have me a drink." "But we're privates," says Paddy. "You blind, boy?" asks Mick, pointing again at his stripe. "We're Lance Corporals now!" So they have their drink, and pretty soon one of the Army lasses comes up to Mick. "You're cute," she says, "and I'd like to date you, but I've got a bad case of gonorrhea.” Mick pulls his friend to the side and whispers, "Paddy, go look in the dictionary and see what Gonorrhea means. If it's okay, give me the okay sign." So Paddy goes to look it up, comes back, and gives Mick the big Thumbs Up. Three weeks later Mick is laid up in the infirmary with a terrible case of gonorrhea. Mick says to Paddy, "Why did you give me the thumbs up?" "Well Mick, in the dictionary, it says gonorrhea affects only the privates and we're Lance Corporals now!"

I'm still grinning !