The Move Pics and Updates!

[Leon]

Ooh! the shop looks good, almost makes me want to make the 500 mile round trip just to visit the shop to add more stuff to the Himalayas sized painting mountain

Want a wingman?

You're both very welcome! 

Great that you'll have a shop on site, ditto a games room .

The shop should be a great addition, I'm hoping to have it all sorted and setup by July hopefully.  The gaming room will be a couple of months behind that I think as we'll need to do some adjustments to the building for that.

[Techno II]

Great that you'll have a shop on site, ditto a games room .

Hear, hear !! 

Cheers - Phil.

[sean66]

Well Done with the move and re-fit.
I've been lurking watching it all unfold and build taking inspiration
for my impending move to my new home in a few months.
(more info to come closer to the time)
regards
Sean

[Leon]

With the outside of the office/laser room all painted white now we've been able to seal and frame the gaps around the windows, just to make them look a bit neater:

WindowFramed by Leon Pengilley, on Flickr


Upstairs we've started the fire doors today so I now have a frame in my office, which makes it feel a lot more like a room now:

DoorFrame by Leon Pengilley, on Flickr


We had to take the scaffolding tower back to the hire place today so I quickly got the insulation finished off before it went back.  I hate working with this stuff, I feel like I'm picking shards out of my arms for days, despite wearing several layers and gloves!

Insulated by Leon Pengilley, on Flickr


And with all of the machines and staff working hard to catch up on the orders, another 188 packages have been posted out this week to patient customers everywhere.  Hopefully they all arrive quickly for you!

[FierceKitty]

Fibreglass, is it? Ugh!

[Techno II]

What about a hazmat suit, Leon ?

That should keep the vile stuff off your skin, and you could wear it at the supermarket to give all the other shoppers a scare.

Cheers - Phil.

[Lord Kermit of Birkenhead]

Restricted purchase Phil....

[fsn]

I know it's be posted a dozen times already but I am amazed by the speed of progress.



In the Foul Times, a great plague hit the land, and Nobby was much afraid, for he was old and fat and susceptible to the unhappiness of the people. Nobby went to his burrow and sealed up the entrance and was determined not to emerge until the land was free of the plague, but by tea-time he had consumed his supplies and so had to emerge to forage for biscuits. So it went on for many a month, and Nobby grew to enjoy the life of a hermit, and he spoke to no-one, and chose the path that avoided the other dwellers of the land. In the dark months Nobby re-organised his collections and looked upon the Centurions with much favour and he chuckled as he crooned a little song over them. He looked at his Guards in their Armour and consulted his grimoires to see if there were anything he had missed and did not know if he should be satisfied or disgruntled that there was nothing he could not reasonably add. At the back of his hoard he found the box that disturbed him. Nobby scowled and reached for the box. He knew it contained the Ring of Neelin-fi. He scowled again and thrust the box back into the very darkest corner of his burrow.

That night his dreams were unquiet. He saw in them the Ring of Neelin-Fi and it bubbled and mocked him in a chorus of high piercing voices. Then came to his dream he friend and mentor, Techno II,  known in the land of his fathers as Phil the Green Stuff and by the staff at his local hospital as Lewis Scalpel Hands, not for his skill with the blade, but because of the usual diagnosis.

"Oi Nobby, you Oik!" Phil the Green Stuff intoned his usual greeting. "How come I'm in your dream? ... 'cos I'm actually awake and trying to de-worm a hedgehog."  
"You know hedgehogs eat worms, don't you?" Nobby inquired solicitously.
There was a brief pause, then the night-wraith spoke thus "wondered why she was putting up such a fight. Anyway, all yours now."

Freed from his self imposed act of animal husbandry, Phil the Green Stuff peered about Nobby's burrow.  Nobby could see the keen intellect at work; the furrowed brow, the myopic stare, the line of drool.
"It's the Ring of Neelin-Fi" prompted Nobby.
"Obviously, " snapped Phil the Green Stuff, "but I was just checking to see if there were any biscuits."
"What am I to do?"
"The Ring of Neelin-Fi will drag down your soul, well it would if you had one and not had it replaced with an ability to remember obscure historical facts and recite that at inappropriate times." Nobby thought back to his grandmother's funeral. It was the anniversary of the battle of Salamanca and he thought his eulogy was a refreshing break from those people waffling on about Granny.

Phil the Green Stuff beheld the creature that he once had high hopes for, but had come to recognise as a complete idiot.
"You know what you must do?" He asked gently?
"Stock up on digestives?" Nobby responded eagerly.
"No." Phil the Green Stuff drew a pipe from an inner pocket and began to grate a carrot into it. Nobby had seen this action before and wondered if Phil the Green was as wise as advertised. "No," said Phil the Green again, because the narrative about the pipe had been quite long and he feared his dramatic negative had been somewhat undermined. "No" said Phil the Green a third time, sounding frankly a bit narky. "NoyoumusttaketheRingofNeelinFiback" Phil the Green was frankly gabbling a bit now.
"Sorry?"
"No. You must take the Ring of Neelin-Fi back."
"To the Post Office?"  
"No. Back to the fire, back to the lair of the Dark Lord, back to Middle-Borough."
"Oh."





"The narrator's having a strop. I'm sorry. Honest."



It is well known that the role of narrator is much despised by characters, but really rather vital to the plot. Narrators though, are gracious in the face of adversity.

Nobby gasped.
"Gasp!"
He blanched, even though it seemed an odd time to prepare vegetables.

"Yes, you must journey far to the North to Middle-Borough, and return the Ring of Neelin-Fi to the fire!" Phil the Green intoned in his most portentous voice - the effect being slightly diminished by the spray of carrot shavings that dropped from his pipe.

"Will Milady be there?" Asked Nobby hopefully.
"Well if she is, you're not allowed within 100 yards of the place" Phil the Green reminded him gently.
"True, true" said Nobby a little disappointed. He nibbled on a Digestive and wondered about Custard Creams.

"Will you accept the quest?" Intoned Phil the Green. He liked intoning.
"Yes." Said Nobby, unenthusiastically. "I shall journey to Middle-Borough to return the Neeling-Fi Ring to the fire."

But Phil the Green had gone, and all that was left was the smell of carrot.
"But only after the land is free of the plague." Mused Nobby as he reached for another Digestive.  
   



 

[Duke Speedy of Leighton]

The what? 

[fsn]

The Neelin-Fi Ring.   The scourge of Pendraken ... like this ...

[DecemDave]

A fine figure of a man.

And clearly battling the same gale force wind as AS5

[Techno II]

Restricted purchase Phil....

Nah....You can buy all sorts of cruddy suits, Ian.

They seem to vary from around £60 to well over £1K....Goodness knows whether any of them are of any of the remotest use...though the expensive ones reckon they're good enough to stop any sort chemical or biological 'stuff'.

Phil the Green Stuff beheld the creature that he once had high hopes for, but had come to recognise as a complete idiot.
"Yes, you must journey far to the North to Middle-Borough, and return the Ring of Neelin-Fi to the fire!" Phil the Green intoned in his most portentous voice - the effect being slightly diminished by the spray of carrot shavings that dropped from his pipe.
"Will you accept the quest?" Intoned Phil the Green. He liked intoning.
"Yes." Said Nobby, unenthusiastically. "I shall journey to Middle-Borough to return the Neeling-Fi Ring to the fire."
But Phil the Green had gone, and all that was left was the smell of carrot.
"But only after the land is free of the plague." Mused Nobby as he reached for another Digestive.   

Nobby !.....I've told you before. When I appear in your dreams  .....I don't want sodding digestives......Techno (II) needs Twiglets !!

Cheers - Phil 

As an aside.... a certain OIK, very kindly sent me a package for my recent birthday.
Said package contained a number of items......One of which was a 'Covid' face-mask, which is basically  the bottom half of a face...This face has a beard & mustache which makes the wearer look like he's had very bad plastic surgery.

Last Saturday, I walked into the local Chemists (Pharmacy) to get the papers and some of my medication, wearing said mask.
I knew 'Heather' (who was at the front of the shop..doing some sort of stock-take) saw me out of the corner of her eye....I'm easily spotted, because of the awful yellow jacket I wear....and my mane of hair.
She turned, and then totally collapsed with laughter.....hands on knees...almost wetting herself (truly)......Then ran to the back of the shop, calling to the pharmacist and the other operative, to come and have a look.
It's nice to make folk smile....especially at the moment.

[Lord Kermit of Birkenhead]

Anything that helps Phil.

[Techno II]

Ain't that the truth, chum.

Cheers - Phil.

[paulr]

And its not even Christmas

You have excelled yourself, at least twice, M'Lord Oik

Well done Phil