Well, here it is! Certainly an improvement over last year, but not sure it was worth £8,000. It certainly did not offer the services that Riot Kitty thought it should (see her comment to my last post!) . Well, I guess you could drape wet laundry over it to dry....
Maybe it was in partnership with the owner of this van?
My town has recently discovered links to Dr Who. Seems that the person who wrote the first episodes lived here!
Mrs RC thought I should be the next baddie - Giant Rock Chef!
It has been a long time since I fell off a bike. Last week was the first time since I returned to cycling in my late 20s! Before that I rode a moped for a few years and came off that a couple of times, always when hitting ice.
Anyway, these bruises have reminded me of another time I fell off a bike. I might have told this before, but I guess that now I have turned 50 I can turn into the old guy who tells the same stories over and over?
We were about 18-19 years old. One of the gang was getting married, so we were having a stag night for him.
I cycled down to our starting point. It was an old bike that one of my grandads had given me - probably dated to the 1950s!
Anyway, we started the evening drinking some ouzo that one of the guys who was in the paratroopers had brought back from his last posting.
Then we hit just about every pub in town - all except the Prince of Wales, where you were not allowed in if you did not remember The Depression.
We were totally blasted by the time we got back to our start point.
A few goodbyes and then it was time to go home.
My best friend "Charlie" (not his real name, but that is what we all called him) was with me, and told me to push the bike, but I was having none of it.
I climbed on, probably managed to turn the pedals twice before going down - BLAM!
We both roared with laughter, as I got back on and tried again.
I spent some time finishing off (finally!) my Scottish spearmen for Macbeth's army:
They have been in the works for a while now.but I am pleased with the result.
At our games meeting last week, one of the players merrily opened the packet of a new figure that he had bought, to find that the arms needed to be glued on. Looking around, he asked (with a glance in my direction) if anyone was good with figures.
"I can do it. Do you want me to paint him while I am at it?.
This is the finished figure. The lighting is a bit too bright, but I think you can see him OK. This figure is a lot bigger than the others, probably just over an inch tall.
I used to paint lots of fantasy style figures like this, but it has been a while now. Hm, I still have that Elf army to finish off...