Monthly Archives: November 2013

The birth shed


Danny from Fairlight school has asked to see where I lived and I told him it was the shed I was born in. I suppose I can show you a picture of it. Here are some notes that were taken at the time of birth:

Birth was painful. Hacksaw kept slipping and the vice broke. Bolting hair on proved difficult as he refused to keep still and sticking his fingers in the oxy-acetylene flame produced unimaginable bad language.


Oh come on now!


You must be joking? A Ghost Train? On a disused railway bridge?
That pathetic metalworker/artist Jon Mills keeps coming up with the most ludicrous ideas. As far as I can make out from the pictures, the wheels are bolted down. Elementary mistake Mr.Mills. Take it down. Now.B7

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