MrWolf

Now I am glad that I followed the instructions. Feeding the chain on will be (relatively) easy.

Far from a hatred of technology, just acting daft. You really should try it. I was an engineer. I worked on some very interesting technology. What winds me up is two things. One is the way that technology is held back and then drip fed to the consumer to keep him buying. Two is the number of people who believe that they don't need any practical skills, just press a button and someone else will come and do it for you. My browser history is squeaky clean thanks, apart from train porn! Paper ladies never did it for me, real deal or no deal

When I replaced my phone last I was asked if I was going to recycle it and was I worried about information being retained in it? No. I placed the lower half of the old Samsung in the vice and tightened until I heard a satisfactory crack. Then selected a suitably oversized hammer and neatly smashed off the top half. Sorted. We have all found out to our cost that it is seldom a matter of "Just click" or worse, "Just tap the app"... My other half is waiting until the invention of what she calls the FaceChair App. If someone is really annoying, you hit the app on your phone and the app hits that person in the face with a chair in a John Wayne style. I think it would save a lot of time and patience.

Thanks for the tips there, I was going to lock the turntable in the travelling position. I couldn't see why they recommend not glueing the winch drum or head pulley, it's not as though it's a working model. The balance weights are a great idea, especially as there are lots knocking around at my mates motorcycle shop. I would never have thought of that. I filled the weight box and toolboxes because I could. It's not as though it will overwhelm any of my locomotives and lightness is one of the shortcomings of plastic kit wagons. As for the jib, I filed everything carefully and stuck the top frane to one side before leaving it to set hard. I then stuck the bottom frame to the same side. Only once those parts were set did I fit the opposite side. I didn't worry about that head of the jib too much and pulled that together last. I put it light smear of filler in top and bottom before sanding back.When it is painted it should look okay

Hard to say, everyone was too busy having a Fokke about to give it the proper consideration.

I have seen people use green lights for gas and amber for oil / early incandescent lamps with some kind of dimmer circuit /rheostat it's simple and effective. As these things in real life simple, why would we want to try and replicate them with a complex arrangement? I've seen a number of model goods yards and locomotive sheds lit up like they were holding the FA cup final. The real things were dingy with a lot of shadows. It's a lot more atmospheric too says my inner film noir fan.

Understand and agree with you completely. I do tend to build and paint wagons in a kind of production line, but when it comes to weathering I will do only one, then go and do something completely different for a while. We don't need that factory weathered orange overspray look now do we?

There are independent companies who specialise in suing individuals and companies that they believe are breaching copyright. If they win, they take their cut and pass the rest on to the copyright owner. I know someone who did a calendar for a classic car owners forum which had the blessing of the car's original manufacturers to use a small selection of archive images as well as images of members vehicles. Unfortunately he didn't make the permission acknowledgment clear enough and a parasitic UK company tried to take him for £25000. Despite the US company who owned the images intervening, the copyright chasers maintained that he had broken UK copyright law and ploughed ahead. It took two years and nearly £10000 to fight against the lawsuit. Quite a few of us would have cheerfully burned down their offices.

That's a great bit of subdued lighting. It's something that I have always fancied putting into my models but chickened out for fear of ending up with Blackpool illuminations rather than hinting that something is still going on after dark.

I have to say that there are some quality scruffy rooves there. Well observed and beautifully executed. I've still got about three quarters of my stock to do. I'd like to use the second picture as my yardstick.

He might be cribbing it directly from here: https://www.artybollocks.com As an artist I have had to put up with this kind of narcissistic drivel for years.

As I am guilty of wandering off into one of my other favourite subjects I think it only right and proper to bring us back on topic with another instalment of "Swearing at cranes". As I posted earlier, the jib is together and I now have the winch and turntable together. I am waiting for the solvent to harden before springing in the cross shafts. I will be adding a lug to park the hook. As our host pointed out, there are no limit plates on the end of the winch drum moulding. They appear to be moulded as part of the side plates. I was gonna.... But to be honest I forgot. What I did do was fill up the weight box with some bird shot I had lying about. I had enough to fill the toolboxes on the match truck also. I will also be fixing some lead sheet under the floors too.

Yep, day in, day out we get fed all that fluffiness about "being in touch with our emotions" and "sharing our feelings", but just try venting a little steam and you feel obligated to issue a preemptive apology just in case someone gets all offended and has a meltdown. No worries SteveyDee, we're all grown ups here, such things are sent to try us. Remember the first law of the cosmos: Thou shalt not win. If any viewers feel that you have been affected by any of Mr. Wolf's cynicism, there is website that you can visit. www-tena-lady.com Peace. Out.

Join the club, I do everything on a military surplus Nokia 735. Windows no longer supported. It works just fine for what I need for work and putting daft posts on here. It's only a matter of time before it becomes useless. Planned obsolescence. Pet hate number 884B, section 2 , paragraph 6...

What you find hardest is the hardest part. I have made a number of petrol tanks for pre 1930 motorcycles, simply by taking paper templates from a borrowed tank or a rotten original. Cleaning up and tinnng is easy holding everything together and stopping it from "walking" whilst you seam up is a pain. It's not like doing radio repairs! I also have limited use of my right hand, which means although I can still draw, paint and swing on spanners, certain tasks are frustrating to say the least. Use as many clamps as possible. I used to cheat sometimes and put in a few tacks with the tig welder.

Was ist Das? Eine raspberry spielen Mein Führer Ach, zat Gunner Milligan mit zer fartung noise! We vill show zem who ist die masters ov zer fartung noise! Or something like that. I told you I was ill.

Is that Byron or Shelley?

When the builders commissioned those photos, I imagine it cost more than £375 in relative terms. I can't imagine that they sell many, if any. Who could possibly want it that badly, even if they were planning a run of scale models in rtr form? I can't imagine that either. I do look forward to seeing what you can do to make one for yourself though. Even though I was an engineer working on some fairly specialized projects, I don't think I would have the confidence to try building one.

It's certainly far from mint/boxed which I would expect for top rated condition. When it comes to vintage cars and bikes, condition 5 is "Spare parts only" condition 1 is Mint / restored as original. This I would put at condition 3, daily driver!

That is a beautiful locomotive. Shame Getty images kept flashing up "Buy this image £375.00" no wonder they're loaded!

I suppose that it all depends upon where you were born, when you were born and how well off your family were. My father was born in the front room of a terraced house in the midlands during an air raid. He didn't have much growing up, never saw the sea until 1950. He had bicycles built out of bits off the tip until he got a paper round and other odd jobs to find the then massive sum of £27 for a Claude Butler racing bike. He passed the 11+ and cycled 8 miles each way to the grammar school in the next town. When he left school he got an apprenticeship as an engineering toolmaker. The five year stint meant that his national service was deferred and by 1961, no longer required. He had a string of motorcycles from 1957 onwards because passing your test was cheap and simple. In 1959 he bought a five year old Norton Dominator motorcycle because hire purchase was easy and insurance was cheap. He got sick of the job he was doing and a friend of his said that a bigger firm was hiring, so he rode over in his lunch hour, knocked on the door and got the job. Now he was earning £10 a week he could afford to get married and buy a house, which shocked my grandmother. By 1964, he had passed his driving test and bought a 1946 Morris but didn't have to get rid of the Norton to do it. Fast forward a decade or two and the country was going down the pan. I was brought up with power cuts, the three days week, strike after strike and rubbish piling up everywhere. There were riots, race riots, looting drugs and all the associated crime, vandalism and fly tipping. The motorcycle industry was dead, the hosiery industry was dying so nobody wanted new machines and the firm my dad did his apprenticeship with went to the wall along with countless others. The old machinery was crated up and sent to the third world. The railways were on their knees as was the car and bicycle industry as cheaper imports were allowed to flood in in the 70s. There was an open resentment against immigrants, even (often especially) amongst those who had come from the old empire in previous decades. I remember picking up a friend from his work and hearing that common threat - You'll work Saturday morning or I'll get a P*** to do it for half the money, there's three million other people would do your job sonny! No spare time jobs for us, unless your dad owned the grocers shop or whatever and that paper round wasn't worth a light at 25p a day. When you left school, you had three options unless you were really lucky, go to college, join the forces or go on a youth training scheme shovelling s*** for £20 a week until they sacked you for next years school leavers. My college friends didn't laugh at me when I got a menial Saturday job in a breakers yard.£15 and any parts I needed. We had been constantly told get a degree and you'll walk into any job. There were no jobs at degree level, unless your old man played golf with the right people. Myself and a lot of other teenagers didn't see much of a future, we looked at what had gone before and started driving around in old cars, listening to old music or new variants of. We rejected the 80s greed is good culture, we wanted no part in the beginning of the end. Now here we are three generations into dole culture, aimless, selfish, proud to be ignorant and talentless. Something has got to give. If the fifties were bad, they certainly weren't great, the 70s and 80s were bloody awful if you were a working class kid in the West midlands.

That's either been in a damp garage for thirty years OR, it's an attempt at modelling the 125 involved in the Southall crash. Hard to say really.

Two major achievements today. Got the jib on the GWR crane assembled more or less first time and the old Enfield passed it's MOT for the first time since we went decimal.

Done that! Loads of fun with that JAP engine thrashing away up front and the rear wheel flexing and sliding right behind you!! I had an AC petite once, it was probably the other end of the scale cool wise but just as dangerous. I never did anything with it other than rescue it from a hedge. Ended up swapping for a 1939 BSA C10. I think the best fun I have ever had off two wheels was the Austin Ulster I helped a friend restore and learned to weld at the same time. I bought a much more humble Austin 8 and carted various bits of it into school to use their gas welding gear at lunchtime.

I wouldn't worry too much about the "while you are there" requests. All people screw that one up with great regularity.