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The postal van did a U turn in the street as I was poisoning my weeds in the front yard. These weeds have evolved to resist any
herbivoric predator. The postman yells, "hey, you the guy that keeps getting English model trains in the mail?" Yes, I reply, though
it has been a healthy interval, or so I like to think. "Well," shouts he, "this had the wrong address, but you are the only person I
know who gets English model trains, if I hadn't seen you this would have had to be returned to England, you know!" Must be a sign,
I think.
The Oxford Rails Dean Goods. "In pursuit of excellence," is the slogan on the box. I hope they didn't have to go too far. After Sam's
Trains utterly panned it I have been in a state of queasiness. If its a dud, I will only have to triple my international shipping cost
to get it replaced.
Ah, the Hornby station. A skill level even I can accommodate. All I have to do is not drop it. I rather liked my Bluebonnet Station,
when I got it, until someone accurately pointed out that it looked perfect- for a branchline on the Australian Outback. All it needs
is an HO scale roo to go with it.
The vegetable stand. I can almost smell the fresh fruits and veggies of my youth, in the UK. They have smoke generators, perhaps a smell
generator can be found. Maybe they have discounts on the fish monger's stall.
And a thatched cottage. One can never have enough thatched cottages. Must cost a king's ransom to maintain that sort of thing. Does
one get a tax break for owning a thatched roof? Do they sell Astro-Thatch, like Astro-Turf? I should rather live in a bronze age round house
with a hole in the roof.
Off to Seattle, must pack. Won't have a chance to fiddle with the stuff until I return. Note to Oxford Rails: might not be a bad idea
to test everything coming out of Dhao Ping. A few more reviews like Sam's and you shall go the way of the Dodo bird. We read that stuff,
you know.