Okay, I have spent most of tonight trying to reconstruct a OO scale Mk 1 coach bogie from scratch with just an existing one to work with. I’m not quite ready for real life, but I have to get some kind of idea what it’s about by Saturday. Not too much, it is only Local Shop and I live in a locality where a zombie apocalypse would take a long time to be noticed.
In the absence of any sense from me tonight, I commend to you Pat Nurse’s latest encounter with the real lunatic fringe, and suggest that those who put their trust in Big Pharma, the NHS and their ASH puppets take the time to follow Subrosa’s link and give it some thought, well, those that are still capable of thought. The rest of the Neo-Nazis, as you were. Keep hating me and pretend I don’t hate you more, and keep believing you can attack me and I won’t defend myself by devious and utterly evil means.
As for me, I leave you with Alistair on vocals and Crystal Tipps on drums (Look up ‘Crystal Tipps and Alistair’ on YouTube if you’re too young or too foreign to know what I’m on about) at the Satanic Eisteddfod, where they shamelessly corrupt the old Welsh ballad ‘Coal Train’ and leave out all the ‘Whateffas’ and ‘Innit, Boyos’.
I’ve put Grandad’s suggestion into the Smokesign page. Keep them coming, we’ll have a Smoke Runes alphabet at this rate. Furor – yours would be a great T-shirt or car sticker but is too complex for a quick scrawl.
Aye. I realised that. But I worked on it all….hour, and was quite made up with the result, and a post from here, just happened to arrive as I pressed the final save….
)) (It was either “karmaic” or “Pawlowik”, whichever)
Good job Welsh is a dead language….
It’s not dead, until the last Welshman dies.
Don’t tell him that. He’ll see it as a challenge.