Busy busy. Dr. Dan has sent me a copy of the paper on lifestyle factors of people with exceptional longevity, and in between the day job I’m rushing to get Smoking Man’s Ride ready to display in the window for Smokyween. The way things are going, it’ll scare the kids more than any carved pumpkin or plastic skull ever could.
I have not a single red LED in any of my spares boxes, apart from flashing ones. This is impossible, but there it is. So I have dipped a white one in red lacquer and as soon as it’s dry, it’ll get stuck in a tube with the optics in the other end and then the cigarettes should light. If they don’t look quite right, I’ll put a drop of red on the ends of them.
I now have seven OO gauge coaches in varying states of repair, from near-perfect to total rebuild. All picked up dirt cheap on eBay, along with the chassis from some old Triang trucks that are a perfect fit for GWR 7-plank open wagons. I have my old OO gauge 9F that I could never sell and a Class 37 that didn’t work well enough to sell. The railway shall return! With smokers.
Outside, the small layer of snow has not cooled the activities of the loonies. The NHS is anticipating that children will ask them how to have sex with dolphins, some teachers thought it was a good idea to let children put on a play that would make ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’ look like a Benny Hill sketch, and yet some other teachers think that children are finding out about sex by accessing naughty websites on their phones.
You would think educated people such as teachers and doctors could work out where the kids are really getting all their weird sexual ideas from, wouldn’t you? The Daily Mail hasn’t but then looking at the quality of journalism there, it’s not really surprising.
Wait a minute. Dolphins?