The day morons were meant to fly
May. 21st, 2011 10:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skull_bearerNever happened. Wah-wah wah. Surprise surprise. Anyway. I was too busy preparing for the militiary vehicle show at the Secret Nuclear Bunker today, and had a marvellous time. It's like the War and Peace Show only with less nazis, crowds and high prices. And tanks, but they had some nice armoured cars, a Soviet personel carrier and a bunch of people who built a panzer 3 almost from scratch (it had a 60's Brit tank undercarriage, but hey, it looked great).
It was hot and I hadn't slept much, but I felt better after I went into the loos and poured a pint of water over myself. People were sellign everything, and I mean everything military related. We saw a couple of German anti-aircraft guns for sale (A cool £1,000 and fuck me if I wasn't tempted), uniforms of every kind, knives, a 1907 bayonet Paramour had to practically pry out of my hands (£65 but dear god a work of art), and all kinds of activities.
I even finally managed to find a pair of officer's boots (proving forever my hunch that you only find stuff when you're not bothering to look) for £20, and I managed to baragin the guy down to £18 because they looked a bit grotty (in fact they had been bulled something like ten years ago so the laquered polish had cracked. The leather looks fine). Then there were the soviet binoculars which had both me and paramour drooling over them. I had tried all the binoculars I had seen in the show, and these were the best by miles. Sharp focus, easy to use, great weight, and coming in little leather satchels modeled on those used by the SS (the guy who sold it to us said if I wanted to make back the money I spent on them, I could flog the case to the German reinactors. I suspect the binoculars are worth about three times as much as we spent on them). There were two, so it was like they were just waiting for us to come alone.
At the same guy's store I also managed to find a set of books I'd been looking for for ages. A set of leather-bound books full fo photos about the third reich. The guy asked for six pounds for them. Not six each, six for all three. Very chuffed.
Also got my dad a t-shirt I was meaning to find for him ages ago:
My dad loves that film.
So we finally got back to the car around the time the rapture was supposed to happen, and I went 'shit, we're missing Dr Who!'
Anyway, for the best response on the rapture today:
It was hot and I hadn't slept much, but I felt better after I went into the loos and poured a pint of water over myself. People were sellign everything, and I mean everything military related. We saw a couple of German anti-aircraft guns for sale (A cool £1,000 and fuck me if I wasn't tempted), uniforms of every kind, knives, a 1907 bayonet Paramour had to practically pry out of my hands (£65 but dear god a work of art), and all kinds of activities.
I even finally managed to find a pair of officer's boots (proving forever my hunch that you only find stuff when you're not bothering to look) for £20, and I managed to baragin the guy down to £18 because they looked a bit grotty (in fact they had been bulled something like ten years ago so the laquered polish had cracked. The leather looks fine). Then there were the soviet binoculars which had both me and paramour drooling over them. I had tried all the binoculars I had seen in the show, and these were the best by miles. Sharp focus, easy to use, great weight, and coming in little leather satchels modeled on those used by the SS (the guy who sold it to us said if I wanted to make back the money I spent on them, I could flog the case to the German reinactors. I suspect the binoculars are worth about three times as much as we spent on them). There were two, so it was like they were just waiting for us to come alone.
At the same guy's store I also managed to find a set of books I'd been looking for for ages. A set of leather-bound books full fo photos about the third reich. The guy asked for six pounds for them. Not six each, six for all three. Very chuffed.
Also got my dad a t-shirt I was meaning to find for him ages ago:
My dad loves that film.
So we finally got back to the car around the time the rapture was supposed to happen, and I went 'shit, we're missing Dr Who!'
Anyway, for the best response on the rapture today: