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  1. I cleaned up the wings and fuselage roughly and taped them all together with appropriately sized masking tape to see how serious this wing/fuselage step issue might be. Photo taken in raking light. No step, just a little waviness in both edges of maybe a millimetre? I think its sinkage because there's a lot of plastic under the edge. Close up of the same joint showing some sinkage/growage where the plastic is very thick Same side. Light from the other direction. Other side. More waveage but not a step. This won't require putty, just sanding and maybe a tidy up with Mr Surfacer. So if you are going to get an old tool Vulcan, get an old one made in Calais. That shape is making me a lot more excited than I'd expected. It's because I've been living in 1977 for a week already. A 3D shape is so much more evocative than a photo. Our ape brains weren't meant for photography, they were meant for solid things. And that's all the model making I've done today, plus several enjoyable hours writing here. Grand!
  2. The First moral. I have to stick up for the grubbers here. "The fuel isn't doing quite what it's supposed to" is perhaps a tad vague to build a case upon. I recall a Wessex pilot who snagged a cab with a 720 which said "Something loose in the tail". The Chief cleared it very publicly with an entry saying "Something tightened in the tail" and that pilot became a lot more serious about technical matters ever afterwards. The Second moral. That's an old one. I recall Squadron Leader Colin Harvey shouting at a young pilot in France in 1940, "Never let me catch you doing a victory roll over my airfield again!" Excellent story though shipmate, and well told. I almost saw the Sea King dropping out of the sky.
  3. I had slight associations with Lynx and Sea Kings right at the fag end of my career when I was dumped in a MoD office counting gearboxes and other exciting logistical activities. Not my finest hour and no anecdotes will be forthcoming from those years!
  4. A. Thank you very much for that. I love to write but a book is an awful undertaking. I tried once years ago and failed after about six months. Writing this wordy topic takes a little bite out of modelling time but I see it as just another aspect of modelling, our multiform shared hobby. It's also fabulous to be appreciated for these stories which mean nothing at all to most of my current 'real world' acquaintances but seem to have found an audience here. B. The Vs were and are very special machines. I love their smell. In fact I have a actuator motor from one and I take it out of its bag from time to time just for a sniff. It's with me right now. Mmmm. When I was a callow youth in the IX Sqn crewroom some of the old-timers were talking about the Valliant. One of them said that he once saw a five foot crack in the main spar of one. "Five foot wide?" I asked incredulously, to roars of laughter from everyone as I confirmed my newbie, and idiot, status to all. C. That's a simple and easy solution and much better than copying and pasting it somewhere else, which was my best idea so far. (I always forgot to do it.) Thanks for that.
  5. Sometimes it's good to take it easy. he results are good. I thought it was 1/48 until I saw the paint pots. Well painted, Lanmi.
  6. Is that a 5p? Are they rigged? Are you human? 11/10 mate, 11/10.
  7. 'Sawright, @Ade H, I'm just a bit of a motormouth. But our unacknowledged needs and desires are fascinating stuff, and the things those advertising people use to drag us around by our noses.
  8. Hannants just got back to me about that decal sheet. Here's the text of their reply: Customer Services <customerservices@hannants.co.uk> Fri 22/10/2021 15:15  Good afternoon, Thank you for your email and sorry to hear the problem with your PSL decal sheet. I have looked at one and everything you say about them is correct. I cannot believe we have sold 179 of these decals and nobody has realized the problems. I can send you a prepaid returns envelope or if you wish to send them back I will refund you for the goods and return post on the arrival of them. Regards Kim Dyer Isn't that brilliant customer service? An apology, an admission that I'm right, a suggestion that I'm smarter than 179 other guys, and two ways to resolve the situation. I bet they will withdraw the rest from sale too. Three cheers for Lowestoft and all who sail in her. (Lowestoft must be a boat if it's that far East, no?)
  9. I wanted to be a plumber. The armorer kind, but they talked me out of that one, probably a good thing because I'm tall and skinny and ended up with a bad back from just hauling electrons around - bombs would have killed me. (I suppose they kill a lot of people now I think about it.) I was always more mentally inclined to the heavy than the fairy end of the business, loved changing engines and blades and so on when I got on to helicopters where composite servicing was more the thing. Vulcans were an electric jet pretty much and we got involved in virtually every system, which was interesting but meant that we were usually the last to leave on nights. We also had to set the bombing system up and seal it on the two standby aircraft last thing. I never knew why we did that in the age of Polaris but I suppose it kept the RAF's feet under the nuclear table at MoD. All that electricity took a very big battery to get it going. It lived in the nosewheel bay which we would get into up a set of A frame servicing steps which are about seven feet (?) high. We would climb right onto the top step with a 56lb battery held in our arms. The K-Type battery looked a bit like this modern version. big, cubic and awkward with a webbing handle across the top which we would hold it by. Once at the top of the stairs with this monster that weighed half as much as I did at the time, I'd shuffle through 90 degrees and sort of hump the battery the remaining two feet onto its stowage with a belly thrust and a heave upwards with the arms. It became quite a knack and my belly thrusting was an asset to me in later life. It didn't cause me a problem except for one time. Summertime. And also close to lunchtime. I was already cleaned up and ready to go to the domestic site for dinner when I was sent to do a battery change that we'd missed. It was a quick and clean job so I didn't bother putting overalls on. I was the smartest liney on the squadron in shirtsleeve order with my tie on. Have you guessed what happened yet? Not only was my shirt clean and my tie on but my brass belt buckle was nice and shiny. I was a shiny liney. Now look at the connector on that fully charged battery.... When it came to the thrust and heave part of the process there was an almighty crack and a definite sensation of instant heat around the region of my bellybutton. The brass belt buckle had slipped into the connector and, thankfully only momentarily, bridged the pins. If it had welded, I'd have been toast. And then instant mashed potato as I fell off the ladder with a burning battery welded to my middle. As it was I was shaken but not scarred and came away with only an eroded buckle which was a talking point for years (until I somehow lost it). You see what I mean about being better suited to be a heavy?
  10. I've just read right through this thread and found it fascinating. We modellers vary so widely in our habits and attitudes and as individuals we vary over time too. First let me answer the question. I have eight kits in the stash at the moment and two in progress. the eight amount to less than a year's building (four of them are a single project) and the two in progress will be finished by Christmas this year. Assuming no major changes in my health etc, and that I don't buy any more, I will easily finish all of them by the end of 2022. I used to have a lot more than that but when I lost all interest in the hobby a couple of years ago, I sold a lot off. At that time I was rather disgusted at what I was as my greed in buying so many kits, far more than I could have completed in a reasonable lifetime. I still kept maybe fifty kits, the best of the bunch, the ones I 'couldn't bear' to part with even though I wasn't building anything or even looking at modelling websites. That's a bit strange, I think, and certainly not rational. There's an emotional side to this that you just can't work out with arithmetic. After my mother died I really appreciated how little interest she had in material things. She was totally free of the collector's habit, and had very little of our routine materialism. Clearing her flat was simple. She had few things and they were all well used. She hadn't cleared out on purpose, she just lived that way all of her life. She disliked being given gifts that weren't edible because she'd have to look after them. Then I read about döstädning, which is the Swedish for death-cleaning and is what some Swedes do on retirement. It's decluttering with an attitude, designed to make life easy for the retired and their death easy for the survivors. I sold off the rest of the kits, just at the time that I was getting interested in restarting modelling. Ironic, but my regained interest was in figure modelling which was new to me anyway. I did soon drift back to tanks and 'planes but so far, I haven't bought more than a year's worth in advance. I also disposed of 90% of my books, anything which was not of immediate use. I have regretted a few items but I can't now tell you what most of those kits, books etc actually were. They were junk. So why did I buy them in the first place? I don't deliberately collect anything other than kits and books. What is the common factor? Well, when I was very young, my parents ran a busy pub. They were always in the building but rarely 'present' in my life. They were preoccupied, tired, maybe a little drunk, and while I assume they loved me a lot, they expressed this by working really hard to buy me things. Things that would keep me occupied while they made more money to buy me more things. Guess what those things were? Kits and books. Solitary hobbies to occupy a solitary child. I loved them, the kits and books, both for the reading and the building and for the very fact of being given them. Just getting a kit/book meant that I was loved. I grew into an adult and learned to look after myself. Now I had the money, and when I was feeling low, or lonely, or happy or celebratory or any emotional state that seemed to call for a pat on the back, I'd buy a k/b for myself. Remember how bad I felt when I sold off the stash that first time? That was me as a little boy resenting me as a grown up taking the love away. However, when I sold off the remaining 50 and all the books, I was fine because by then I'd worked all this out and was able to reassure myself that I'd always be ably to buy one when I needed one. Now I don't often compulsively buy kits not to build and books not to read. Only when I'm enabled and encouraged by this lovely gang of modellers here. And by those fiends, the advertising industry. I like it this new way. I don't ever feel oppressed by a 'stash as task list'. I don't care if I miss out on the latest best thing in the plastic or publishing world because there will be a better one in a month. I can go where my interest leads me without feeling I 'have to' build/read all the other ones first. It works for me. So I think there's a lot we can find out about ourselves by examining our stashing habits and if this thread hadn't turned up on my search, I'd have started it myself.
  11. Yes, that's very good. You handled the difficult canopy frame painting so well. I'd do the exhaust staining too but I'd use oils.
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