general melchett

Along with my old mucka Neil (Woody), I also had a great time, meeting new folks and catching up with many, many others (sorry to have missed the BM evening bash, but I was corralled up with another bunch of misfits/reprobates for the evening's jollities). Always a great social event...the show wasn't bad either . Some great models on show, inspirational stuff. Thanks also for the many kind comments regarding our Bomber Command SIG V-Force display; they were very much appreciated. As Mr.T says, roll on next year...

As long as no one was injured or worse. All power to ICM and the others suffering under this insanity. Good luck with the rebuilding, all the more reason for buying and building the wonderful ICM kits.

Well that's great news (the Pterodactyl, not dragonlance touching himself)....and it's in the right scale to boot. Again, feathery hat's off to Mikromir.

It was her way of letting you know how much she thought of you, a treat reserved only for the finest of guests (plus, I think she found something to tickle her fancy secreted away in your irresistible face fungus). The airfields have now been stood down, NBC teams returned to their games of Cribbage and the Porton Down lads joined myself, and the erstwhile Lady M, for a 'friendly' game of murder ball and of course, a spot of Tiffin.

Tell me about it, I was down to my last bottle of Wash & Go....no substitute for a decent single malt, but needs must and with a dash of Baldrick's home fermented 'Pangolin Juice' (which comes with a complimentary and requisite stomach pump), not too shabby. We could only dream of Liquorice Allsorts...

Don't be fooled, like the Rabbit of Caerbannog, looks can be deceiving..........Young Millie Melchett (formally known as the Mound of the Hound of the Baskervilles and honorary veteran of the Mboto Gorge incident) was out on a forward foraging expedition looking for evidence of any tasty Martian detritus lurking in your beard. Personally, I think she was lucky to survive...thankfully she was home in time for tea and medals. Both mems were too involved in rolling around on the carpet to dive to your rescue...and I was way too taken up with cinematographic duties, capturing the moment for the MT archives (blackmail department).

The Bondi end eh, (believe the beach has been moved about 43 miles east now). I can imagine you sauntering around in your regimental mankini. Ah, bondu...I see, probably apt for anything north of Caenby Corner. But which part Pete, enquiring minds want to know....on reflection, maybe they don't, some things are better left unsaid.

I voted recently, the AH-56 Cheyenne appealed. A while back I purchased their 1/32nd F-8 Crusader forward fuselage file which is a definite improvement over the Trumpeter kit offering. Excellent quality. I buy many files from the likes of Cults3D, MyMiniFactory, ETSY etc, as the eclectic choice of subjects, price and amazing quality appeals. At least this way lets you build multiples in case anything goes wrong. Not sure about the 'commitment to buy' option though.

Quite right Mr T, the windmill is well worth a visit and easily accessible from the A17. Yep, the countryside around that part of Bomber County is definitely conducive to low-level ops (ie flat as a pancake) I met the Mem back in 1980 and travelling regularly to Lincoln can remember seeing not only Vulcans from Waddington and Scampton belting around the skies but also Lightnings from Binbrook and F-111s from Lakenheath, along with a good number of other interesting types. Of course copious amounts of black smoke helped in spotting them from ten or so miles out. We were spoilt for choice back then (mind you nostalgia's not what it used to be)...not so much now of course, although the bi-annual Cobra Warrior exercises at Waddo and Coningsby can offer something a bit different, now and then.

Well, quite....this chap seems to agree.

Yes, sadly the local St Bernhard population took a big hit, so it's strictly single-malt now.....not that that stops Baldrick from scavenging the local kennels and catteries for culinary ideas!

Somebody, please talk to him...be sure to wear appropriate protective clothing, quality eye protection (welding mask is good) and carry a powerful sedative or two (any hallucinate will work). You will never be the same again. I'll quote the two most common theories, ''(1) The name came from the custom of Lincolnshire people hanging "belly" bacon for so long that it turned yellow. (2) People living in the fens often caught malaria or ague from stagnant water, which turned their skin yellow. Opium taken to relieve malaria and other disorders also turned people's skin yellow''. Unfortunately after sifting through Baldrick's tuck bag, first-aid pack and canteen I can confirm both theories to be highly likely, the stench and screaming emanating from his hovel at the bottom of the family arboretum was unbelievable, had to close the window to shut out the noise! Luckily, as I hail from the finer end of the Home Counties (memsahib not so lucky as she was born a Lincolnite) I claim the fifth and have no knowledge of such matters.

On reflection you would only be swopping one type of insanity for another, if not potentially worse the way things are headed! However just know that there will always be a small enclave here in Lincolnshire that will be forever England...Beaaaargh.

Yup, the King of Verbiage is no fool (quiet in the cheap seats)….Well, if you really want to complete the line up you must haul your carcass over the pond at some point, there’s always a cheery welcome here at MT for a fellow fettler from the far flung colonies…. Agreed, congrats to Jonnors for a job well done, great result.

Great to meet up with everyone again, good show. (Even Martian behaved himself...I know, who'd have guessed). Little group shot, I took the photo, (so craftily avoided appearing in it, many years of carefully avoiding full disclosure and any accountability) From the left, shortCummins, Head in the clouds, Mr T, Pete in Lincs, Martian, Tim R-T-C and newbie reprobate, Klubman01. Roy, as Pete says you should have joined us, no need to feel anything other than warm friendship, all are welcome, the BM crowd are a very easy going bunch of nutters. Next time, pull up a chair...