Well, perhaps for the benefit of the antipodean chums I should explain; although I thought it relatively easy to follow by deduction, perhaps its living upside down on the other side of the planet that causes a rush of blood to the brain.

Now, if I've done it right, we can refer to: http://www.mapleleafup.org/forums/sh...4021#post14021

You have L to R, young Rory Ballard, me in silly hat and hi-vis jacket as is required of the show sec, Dave Ballard of the DTB F15 Polsten himself, some grinning geezer with a bit of paper and Don Staples-Harris holding the grinning git's beer.

The sigs clerk bit comes about since the most hi-tech comms Mr Ballard has is a retractable ball point and I am continuously asked to send/receive emails and faxes for them, I see of late I have had emails actually directly addressed to them using my address, Hanno would know if I mentioned the French PU.

I have elsewhere noted the standard Ballard lectures, insurgent leaf and boiler suit moans especially, plus the hilarious exchanges between Ballard snr and jnr; the latter being a skiller joiner and hand-fashions bespoke ash vehicle bodies for the various restorations both professional and private.
Frightfully easy really when you have all the syllables of Sunray and Winnington-Ball, plus the spoonerisms thereof to play with, Keith seems to have the idea, so, at the expense of Mr. Allsun-Braytonwinning we can have positively hours of fun.

Now the afore mentioned and esteemed leader of these hallowed chronicles did mention my large and playful moggie, Veare. A name derived for the Devonshire language which is littered with strange dialect words.

In full the Devonshire term is fuzzyveare - a term they use to describe any furry, or naturally velcro-like plant seeds. We have a weed that produces tiny velcro balls about 3mm across plus the horse and sweet chestnut encased in a spiky ball casing, all these would be described by a broad Devonshire farmer as a fuzzyveare and I suppose a Kiwi fruit also, if they'd ever seen one.

We had two black cat sisters, one small, fearless and with a kitten attitude into adult life until as we feared playing with the traffic proved to be overly distainful; and the larger more cautious animal that survives to this day and has been seen herein. Therefore, Fuzzy and Veare.
Stand in awe of the vertically unchallenged Dutchman's command of the English language, and, please convey my best felicitations to Mrs. McSpool, your two Bobbins and the little Reel in the making.

In my new found partnership and self-employ, involving the high-speed application of G12 chilled iron grit propelled by a great deal of Deutz diesel generated HP air to other people's rusty ess aitch one tee, a substantial amount of which is Ballard's stuff from the professional restoration work; leaves me personally attached to a fine dusting of the stuff that now requires washing off. Not only that, but leaving any in the bath tub to make myriad rusty spots overnight does not endear me with Mrs. Notton.

I have to get to it.

R.