Mine was the offset to the right inkwell one. The small area of desk facing toward you as you sat down was engraved with all sort of rubbish, you used your compass to do it.
The chocolate machines they had in Piccadilly bus station were easy to empty once you got the knack.
It’s all in the wrist action, a quick tug
The Postie after emptying the Post box in the evening would play football with us on the street for a hour or so, once a week at the same time these guys would be on the street and would play as well, 6-a-side games with grown men who had no time worries working and we had a floodlight of one of the street lamps which doubled as a goalpost on the edge of the church railings.
Is that an early prototype of the Vu-vu zela?
Catchy name, though :-)
Which end are you talking about?
seeing that pic reminds me,in about 66? my father took me to Stockport ? station to see the final run of the flying scotsman, there were a few people there and I do recall seeing the grand old engine pull into the station. sorry if wrong about the date and even maybe the station cant remember if we walked there or not.
Yes guilty as charged. A group of us use to get the train from Altrincham to Greenbank station and walk to where Hodge Lane crossed the West Coast mainline. You got all the mainline expresses going to and coming from Hartford station and also the traffic on the Chester line which crossed the mainline at that point. We had our sandwiches, drinks and our Ian Allen Loco-spotters books.
Them tins of Sardines where basically you rolled a razor blade round a key with a small slot in it.
I don’t know what is wrong with round corned beef. Normal tin opener both ends, push it out. QED.
