Fuckin el boss, my dear departed Grandmother who i miss dearly had one that was the same build as that (along with the bowl of water next to the gas fire hehe). I can still picture the shade of green it was and the noise it made. Gran had a ready made automated machine to use her own, it was fueled on a quarter of soft fudge and a quarter of rhubarb and custard + rice pudding with more jam than my sisters because i was the golden child and my sisters knew it :-D
Gonna drift into thoughts now of how Gran treated me like a god to everyone else including her daughter aka mum. Bless her soul, she was the sort to tell it right and she did once i am told explaining that 'this is my boy now piss off' not sure of the source of the family disagreement that led to Gran speaking in such terms, to this day mum defers to my dear old gran and how she coruscated with raw happiness when i went round in our gold 2.8 Ford Capri (fucking mint car that was as the boot was so long i could nick grans hat and hide at the back out of her reach mwahahahahahaha.
I am going on with myself here but enjoying meandering through times past, i can count on one hand how many times i have thought to my past in such enthused detail. I like the new me and at the same time disturbed by Taxi's influence on my posting length :-)