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Post by jk on May 22, 2020 4:53:51 GMT -5
This can be anything at all. But please keep it clean (with Al Jardine). Yesterday (and briefly today) I assembled an IKEA chest of drawers, with Max Richter's seven-hour opus Sleep playing in the background to keep me alert. None of the components was missing, which was nice. However, the mechanism for sliding the drawers in and out was flawed. But it seems to work fine now, since I left out the offending bits. There are times in life when one is forced to improvise.   |
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Post by philip on May 22, 2020 4:59:27 GMT -5
Cracking on with the model railway  |
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Post by jk on May 27, 2020 4:17:13 GMT -5
I've been thinking it's great to see others joining in in this section of the forum, instead of it degenerating into "the jk show".  There's so much great music that isn't BB-related! |
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Post by Mikie on May 27, 2020 9:28:18 GMT -5
Cracking on with the model railway Looks good, Philip! Is that "HO" scale? I have a large collection of "G" scale trains - the big ones. Gonna build a garden railroad some day. |
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Post by philip on May 27, 2020 14:20:26 GMT -5
Cracking on with the model railway Looks good, Philip! Is that "HO" scale? I have a large collection of "G" scale trains - the big ones. Gonna build a garden railroad some day. N Gauge Mikie, I suffer from lack of space so N is ideal, plus it's whats started me off 40 odd years ago |
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Post by philip on May 27, 2020 14:22:38 GMT -5
another pic Attachments:
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Post by sneakypete77 on Jun 7, 2020 3:29:30 GMT -5
I’ve been spending a lot of time during lockdown unpicking my Dad’s WW2 service record, something I promised myself I would do many times, but life kept getting in the way. Like most veterans he wouldn’t talk about it but he finally relented in the last few years of his life.
He left us a photo album packed with over 200 monochrome memories taken during his time in India and Burma from 1942 to 1946 serving with the Royal Air Force, better known amongst vets as the Forgotten Air Force. It’s eye-opening, gobsmacking stuff, and the shit he got involved in is horrifying. Here he is with a downed Spitfire at Palel airfield during the Battle of Imphal in May of 1944:
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Post by jk on Jun 7, 2020 5:21:28 GMT -5
I’ve been spending a lot of time during lockdown unpicking my Dad’s WW2 service record, something I promised myself I would do many times, but life kept getting in the way. Like most veterans he wouldn’t talk about it but he finally relented in the last few years of his life.
He left us a photo album packed with over 200 monochrome memories taken during his time in India and Burma from 1942 to 1946 serving with the Royal Air Force, better known amongst vets as the Forgotten Air Force. It’s eye-opening, gobsmacking stuff, and the shit he got involved in is horrifying. Here he is with a downed Spitfire at Palel airfield during the Battle of Imphal in May of 1944:
I bet it's eye-opening. Thank you for sharing that, Peter. My father served in Burma as well, on the ground, but it was never a talking-point at any time. |
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Post by jk on Jun 7, 2021 12:48:12 GMT -5
One year later to the day... Well... I was kept away from my PC for most of today -- I had to look after our son's dog -- so I took the opportunity to read up, on my smartphone, a goodly chunk of the posts in the most recent Feel Flows topic. I managed to get through the last 35 pages -- in reverse order. (Before that it was more speculation than anything else.) I noticed a bunch of names I'd never seen before, a wealth of mind-boggling erudition (great to see Joshilyn drop in a couple of times), one departure in a huff and one welcome return to the fold. There’s nothing constructive I can contribute to the discourse but I may have been coaxed into acquiring the 2-CD set, if only out of curiosity. I hope this good will on my part will convince BRI to cancel their invitation to take me for a "drive" and that I need no longer expect Mikie to turn up at my front door brandishing a machete. |
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