We keep quiet about my modelling past.
We are also going to have to keep very quiet about the pie. Caught unawares, I had to stash said delicious object very quickly. As with all things one does in haste, wisdom was basically the first ting to go out of the figurative window. I really hope Ginger Daughter isn't wearing those boots tonight. Frankly, I doubt it. She is still beside herself, dear reader. Distraught. My only hope is that something positive comes from this and she may now decide to join the Royal Navy or Le Legion des Étrangers or something. Anything. Anything that involves long periods of being away from home. I wonder if she could train as an astronaut? I shall look into this, presently.
I tried the father thing earlier. You know. Blah blah blah you're a pretty girl (ginger but pretty all the same) and… well… he was sort of funny looking, you know? That didn't go well. I often wonder why I even bother. She can forget all about any hope of hearing my "plenty of fish in the sea" speech. Guaranteed to make a person broken upon love's cruel wheel feel much better. But no. Why should I. She does not deserve my expertise in matters of the heart. My sensitive soul is wasted upon her.
I built a model instead.
I added the de rigeur Soviet tanker's unditching beam from a suitable warped and gnarly Poundland cocktail stick with aluminium tape retaining bands. Improvised camo tarp from a dried out glass cleaning cloth. I picked out the various periscopes and sensors in tyre black, and gave the driving lamps a coat of barley grey Lifecolor acrylic before dotting on lenses from Tamiya clear orange. Close enough.
I quite like it. I did enjoy building it, but it was perhaps the most challenging and complex kit I have ever blitzed. And I did a Dragon Me-262 once, you know. I just don't build armour. It's like being asked, unexpectedly, to fill in on bass for a blues band. You know kind of what to do, but you won't be as good as the bloke who does it every day.
Who cares. It looks like a dirty nasty big bully. Perfect.
Hey, we didn't have these yet. And we should.
