Neil
Western Thunderer
Morfa - Stirrer
There's no such thing as a free stirrer, they normally accompany overpriced yet underwhelming tea, or bewildering coffee, at establishments where I'm expected to have a nice day despite the corporate design obliterating any semblance of individuality. Also even I don't have enough brass in my neck to walk out with three figure handfuls of the blighters. As it is some stall holder in the omnipotent bazaar that is e-bay will be sending me a pack of a thousand in exchange for £4.85 worth of beer tokens (two pints at today's value, oblivion and the mother****er of all hangovers in my youth) far less than it takes in petrol money to fire up cr@p car and go in search of a costa-bucks coffee outlet.
Sorry, got a bit ranty there, don't know what came over me, must be my age or something.
Anyway down to more tranquil matters. Each evening I've been playing with ever longer trains, it's made me realise two things. The first is that I need to put some side walls along the edges of the narrow bridging section to catch any escapees from the straight and narrow; a four and a bit feet plunge onto floorboards could be quite destructive. Secondly I need a program of 'engineering improvements' to free off a good proportion of my not very rolling stock. What goes ok in twos and threes on Shell Island, exhibits considerable drag when marshalled into big trains on Morfa. All in all, plenty to keep me busy.
There's no such thing as a free stirrer, they normally accompany overpriced yet underwhelming tea, or bewildering coffee, at establishments where I'm expected to have a nice day despite the corporate design obliterating any semblance of individuality. Also even I don't have enough brass in my neck to walk out with three figure handfuls of the blighters. As it is some stall holder in the omnipotent bazaar that is e-bay will be sending me a pack of a thousand in exchange for £4.85 worth of beer tokens (two pints at today's value, oblivion and the mother****er of all hangovers in my youth) far less than it takes in petrol money to fire up cr@p car and go in search of a costa-bucks coffee outlet.
Sorry, got a bit ranty there, don't know what came over me, must be my age or something.
Anyway down to more tranquil matters. Each evening I've been playing with ever longer trains, it's made me realise two things. The first is that I need to put some side walls along the edges of the narrow bridging section to catch any escapees from the straight and narrow; a four and a bit feet plunge onto floorboards could be quite destructive. Secondly I need a program of 'engineering improvements' to free off a good proportion of my not very rolling stock. What goes ok in twos and threes on Shell Island, exhibits considerable drag when marshalled into big trains on Morfa. All in all, plenty to keep me busy.
;D