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Hullaballoo!

Indeed, good day to you all.

I've finally managed to update my website so it no longer says copyright 2007, progress!

Also the manor has come together with a more coherent look and new shiny page, mainly due to it's first incarnation being based on several ideas I had for a website and then sort of mashing them together like the all day breakfast pasty. Whose horrors I have seen with my own eyes in the dark wilds of Bude whilst taking a sabbatical in the Cornish Riviera.

Anyhoo flash backs to the Somme aside, take a look and let me know if it's working ok.

Ergo Bibimus!

http://www.shedmanor.co.uk

Good evening my Lords and Ladies, I've finally finished that children's book that has been causing me much consternation, and so have been able to work once more on Banbridge Scotte and his mildly rambunctious wafflings and such like.

so here for your perusal is the next three pages in his japesome antics, be gentle I'm still sore from the most bladdered myself and the Contessa De Vestibule engaged in last week.

( Sartorial shennanigans beyond the cut )

What ho!

Thanks to the radiant Contessa De Vestibule, I can now display the wonderment that is Banbridge Scotte to the last vestiges of the Empire.

So here it is, I must confess I have re-arranged some of the lettering on page one since sending these to her to work her magic on. Also the fact that it appears I have misspelled libido is a source of shameful kudos, or some such.

( Sartorial shennanigans beyond the cut )

What ho!

Well, as the excruciatingly slow process of updating my website drags on I had a change of heart over my web comic, which you may or may not have noticed only had one episode. Instead of the 3 or 4 panel newspaper style strip it was I've decided to bite the bullet and write the bloody thing as a four issue mini series. Pertaining in the future to be an actual book of not a little embarrassment on the part of my incredibly rusty writing skills, or lack of therein.

As I literally draw my own blood from my eyes writing the script I thought I'd post up the cover to Issue one just to see what everyone thought, if anyone reads this that is I may be getting ideas above my station...

Good day! Indeed it has been long since I last posted bringing relief to those who thought the Winchester had slipped and crushed my head beneath his graceful bulk.

That clutch I fitted worked like a good'un, until the gearbox tore itself apart and the engine had a top end failure simultaneously during a classic car run to Southend. Luckily we had enough power to limp to the safe house in Essex and there he languished for a couple of weeks until I could get him towed home on the back of a lorry, the shame.

On getting the old man back home I discovered a bit of rot on the underside which turned into half of the car being comprised of imaginary metal, most upsetting. Removal of more panels revealed yet more horrors making the decision a simple one, it's time to embark on a total nut and bolt rebuild of my faithful steed (the Winchester not Skinner Von Drums).

This was a couple of months ago and as I wait for the welder I bought to arrive I've been getting busy with stripping and re-spraying the doors and bonnet. I thought I'd document the progress here if only to prove I have the hairy man skills belayed by my homosexual appearance.

So without further a do here's some pictures of a bit of the mission ahead and some pictures of where he's at now, hurrah!

behold the lack of sill!

Yes thats the floor of the garage through there.

The fact he stayed together so long is a testament to Fred Dibnah and British steel!

Who needs a floor?

The old paint scheme

Lovely new paint scheme, yum yum.

He's never looked better!

Lovely chrome spotlights I hunted down at the Battlesbridge auto jumble, dribble.

Well the time has finally come I can put up with the crunching gear change no longer. So the gearbox has to come out of the Winchester so I can recondition the clutch, which in all honesty is going to be a pig of a job.
50 years worth of rust on the bolts and the loss of several fingers and probably an eye shall be the highlights of the day.Before unheard levels of cursing and blasphemy shall echo across the leafy suburbs scaring small children and dogs who subsequently maul the children in their terror. Happy days :D

Well since I went to the Goodwood revival I've been trying to spruce up the Winchester so next year we can go back and race a Spitfire, hurrah!

So after alot of filing, filling, sanding, swearing, tears for fears and limb loss I finally got around to painting the wings.

I've still got to do the wheels as they are going to be white like the rest of the body as at the moment he's a bit Noddy which will never do, oh no.

Now I'm sure we could beat Brum in a race!

Always a pleasure, never a chore.

Me and Nat ( the Contessa de vestibule ) are drunk and heinously so!

gop weak at the knees you slack jawed mortals!!!

Behold!

ERGO BIBIMUS!

This is Oscar the latest member of the manor club, he's gone through the gherkin insertion initiation and survived so he's a top fellow by me!

He was unloved and viewed as something of a scruffian but thats a load of old tosh as as you can see style is all in the execution!

Now to introduce him to Count Woogie, hopefully it won't be pistols at dawn but rather gin until dawn.

Indeed it has been a while but my hideous work load allows no time for frivalous shennanigans. "What?" I hear you cry?

Fear less I always have room in my calendar for this annual event.. (I made it all grainy in photoshop because I can).

Yes, the chap olympics such a fine event with enough free gin to sate even the most stalwart of moustachioed villain!

Look explorers!

A fine day was had by all here's the memsahib standing next to some decidedly scruffy reprobates on the right.

These chavalanche dolls were used for the steeple chase, some fellow more akin to Rumpole of the Bailey than a normal sized person made off with one for what only him and his guilt will know.

Remain aghast at my visog!

Sadly you cannot see the argyle socks and plus fours which are about my person in various states, though you can see by state of my features that I haven't slept in two weeks and am about half a gin away from staring at the tube train floor taking deep breaths as I hold the contents of my bowels in.

Actually I was an hour away from that.

Ergo Bibimus!