Tag: cement
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De Havilland Heron Mk II – Part Four – Air Crash
Every build has a mistake – a flaw – a piece of bad judgement. In the case of the Airfix DH Heron Mk II it has come in a rush. I was shifting photographic backdrops in the workshop this morning and inadvertently hit the wing of the Heron. It slid off the building stand and…
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Gluetoset
Waitin’ for the gluetoset. Is there a more agonising time? Waitin’ for the paintoset has been suggested, but at least while you are doing that you have something to look at. And you are trying to keep the rain/flies/dust/fingers off the new colour so you are occupied. But waiting for the gluetoset? Millenial boredom. Those…
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Sitting Out The Setting…
This is the most critical time for a modeller. The point where they display either admirable character and sensible judgement…or a complete lack of either quality. I do not invite judgement but I have bought my bus ticket out of town just in case. The coat of paint is touch-dry. Yet I know it is…
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North American Mitchell – Part Three – Cementing A Friendship
The world seems to be divided into two camps – those who don’t care about Brexit, and those who don’t care about Justin Trudeau. There are a few of us who have sought to bridge the gap and heal the rift by not caring about both subjects at the same time. Given a cup of…
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Convair 440 – Part Six – Methinks They Doth Protest Too Much
Well fresh from the debacle of a failed paint job and the recovery of spirit when the paint job was partially saved, I decided to launch out on a voyage to the New World of Mach 2 kits – I finally hauled the Convair 440 out of the stash and started to work on the…
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Which Cement Shall I Use To Ruin My Sweater?
I’m glad that I own more than one garment – because I sure as heck own more than one kind of adhesive. I did not realise just how many until I got a kit that is moulded from cheese and determined to try out which would be best to stick it. In many respects it…
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Step 3 – Cement Fuselage Halves Together And Clamp…
Awww. Dammit. Oh, blast the Czechs. Oh those dirty rotten sods… Bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger…
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