Category: Miniature Philosophy
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Scale Modelling And Interpretive Dance

Or ” It’s My Party, And I’ll Glue If I Want To. “ A. Are you a bold and original individual? Are you a trend setter? Have some of the trends you’ve set gone off in your face prematurely? Well join the Queens Own Scale Modellers and we’ll make it All Right. The first thing…
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Whether or Not…

To weather. Is it better to slosh muck over your model or leave it gleaming? Only you can tell – but be aware that others will want to tell you what to do. So listen to me… I presume you are engaged in the hobby of scale model building. If I am wrong – if…
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What’s In It For Me?

That is the sort of question that makes us sound greedy…when we ask it in the wrong circumstances. Yet it really is apposite in some modelling affairs. We can ask it of ourselves when we look at a new kit on the hobby shop shelf. The box art may be fantastic and the reports from…
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Long Days Down T’ Bench

Or modelling until you can’t model any more. There are two types of long hobby days: a. The day that you just get to keep doing the thing you love, one bit after another. You finish one stage of the kit and are ready for the next one. Nothing breaks, nothing rolls off the bench,…
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When Little Worlds Collide

A casual discussion overheard at my modelling club about an upcoming Big Local Modelling Exhibition revolved around which club exhibit would win the coveted “ Best In Show “ award. It’s decided by a public vote amongst the paying attendees. Everyone gets a twiddly wink as a counter and places it in a box at…
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The Lively Imagination

Also known as the cop-out. Our club motto is ” True To Life – True To Scale “. It is a stirring thought, and has undoubtedly been arrived at through much heated discussion. Like all mottos, it is obeyed in reality sometimes, in spirit sometimes, and in the bin at others. There are models built…
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Of Course It Doesn’t Fit

It never fit in 1959, when the kit was released. It didn’t fit in 1989 when Revell bought the mould and re-issued it. It will not fit when someone east of the Urals finally gets the worn-out blocks and injects reindeer poo into them to claw back some rubles. It’s not about fit. It’s about…
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Oh Ye Of Little Faith

Draw Nigh And Listen Unto Me. Cement it twice and glue it three times. For that is the only way that thou wilt be able to keep the pissy little landing gear legs in their position, or the canopy on firmly. Or indeed the fuselage halves together. Add another layer of cement or glue and…


