The motor is now in complete with; new clutch, new water pump, new carb, new manifolds, new distributor, new engine mounts, new-ish starter motor that I bought on ebay. I bought this engine from Jeeparts Uk before Christmas. Originally rebuilt by the French Army, probably in the seventies, it had been stored in some vast hanger in France until the army decommissioned their Hotchkiss Jeeps. Graham, at Jeeparts, gave it a check over and a clean bill of health and with a few more little bits it should be time to fire it up. Less torque than a Hornsby, but probably more suitable for the task in hand.
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Yes - and I see you enjoy an up-market biscuit at the Jeep workshop. Carry on.
Never mind the biscuits, up-market or not. Get the steering wheel attached and let's go driving about in it as it is. Glorious sight, Toby.
The steering box is rebuilt and ready, but has to go on with the body. Patience dear Peter, patience. Come July we should, In sh Allah, be able to take it on a pub crawl, get hammered and have the Jeep confiscated and be locked up ourselves, for afray. Can't wait.
Ooh I can't wait. Let's go down to Blandford Forum and get the back weighed back down with crates of Hall & Woodhouse's Badger Original. Hugh Firtively-Whittling-Stick's Stinger (made from nettles) should be out by July, so we could go and see 'im and give him some battery chicken nuggets.
Go Devil, go!
I've got some spare Chassis Black if you need it. It's not an drink Peter.
Reminds me of a stout I'm partial to at the moment, brewed by Everards. It's got a rugby post on the pump clip and they cleverly call it Pitch Black.
I've got a dark brown overcoat. Is that any good?
Names of beers! Now there is a subject, Come on Ashley! Is it like naming a boat? Do you need to check the list to see if the contorted pun has been done before?
And we're still on British Standard Toby Time. Two pints of Chassis Black and a bag of wheelnuts please barman, and have one yourself.
Tommy: Judging by the contrived names for micro-brewery produce, I think you can call a beer what you like, provided it has at least one of the following names in the title: 'witch', 'goblin', 'old' and 'Fart' in it.
Talking of 'old' and 'fart', Alois is a bit quiet.....
Yes, worrying that.
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I've actually just fixed our Goblin Teasmade! The clock had stopped working, but fortunately I had a second machine, bought an another Car Boot Sale, in stock in the garage. A combination of the two has rewarded us with one in full working order. As I have to be out of the house by 7.00 tomorrow, I shall set it to give us a perfect cup of Lady Grey at 6.15.
'Cup of Lady Grey' ? Is that a euphemism?
I wish it was 3 Jags, but no, straight up. Lady Grey tea by Jacksons of Picadilly. Top brew and I did down it at 6.30 this morning. Now on Laphroag, having spent the day in Liverpool. Need some respite.
Liverpool.
I stayed at The Adelphi Hotel once. You had to walk down the corridor to a shared bathroom (this was 1990). The bath was magnificent. It was enormous. It filled in about three minutes flat and was so big you could float in it without touching the sides. I expect it's been nicked now; or, worse, thrown out during a 'modernisation programme to bring the hotel forward and create a relaxed yet efficient away-from-home accommodation experience.
Cue rant.
Beryl Bainbridge once wrote a novel- Young Adolf- which is about Hitler as a horrible youth staying at the Adelphi. In real life members of his family were once in service there. And thanks to Mr. J.Savage standing me up, I was reduced this evening to two tins of Chinese beer in Lisle Street. Just thought everyone ought to know.
That is SO unfair. How ironic that, only hours before Lord Ashley's call, I had placed an on-line order for another gross of votive candles for my 'Unmitigated England' shrine. I went for the 'SuperVotiveBundle tm' package this evening. They throw in the scent.
The Adelphi! Delightful in its heyday. They served the most scrumptious afternoon cream teas there in the Seventies and Eighties: sugar-sweet strawberry jam and the biggest scones I have ever seen and the waitress serving dollops of clotted cream from a huge jug! I went there with Grandad and he loved the waitresses with their big jugs; my preference was for a good Muffin in the afternoon, followed by some Lapsang Souchong.
If you look up "Douglas Bader and Adelphi" on the internet, you will find the strange tale of the man who says he met the Great Pilot there in 1943...when supposedly he was in Colditz. Grandad once claimed to have played golf with Mr Bader. I'm not sure I believed him: certainly Grandad never asked to play a round with me.
Oh I'm so sorry Justin. But I did throw one of the empties in a skip for you. For votive offerings read D.H.Lawrence's short story A Chapel and a Hay Hut in the Mountains. Funny thing, I just checked the title (it's in A Mortal Coil and Other Stories) and tucked-in as a bookmark was a little sepia-toned photograph of an 0-6-0 steam engine, contemporary in date to the story. Had to go and lie down in the loggia.
Hang on! What about my Jeep? I hope to see it later this week. It may be running.
Toby, Toby, Toby. If you will publish such evocative photos of the JeepRebuild.com you must expect the development of unusually lively on-line banter.
This is cyber thumb-twiddling. We're all desperate to see the Jeep up and about; we're just talking quietly amongst ourselves while you get on with the fettling.
I, for one, can't wait to see the back of those ugly, modern, wheels and tyres. They're ruining the proportions of the vehicle (more on proportions soon).
I'm surprised that Sig. Diplomat has held back on this topic. So come on; let's see some ***** (manufacturer's name and fading sepia logo provided by PH)bar treads soon or there'll be more of this smoking-behind-the-bike-sheds for you to wade through.
Sorry Toby, my fault probably. Errm, I've got a Dinky Toys Universal Jeep (dark green) still in it's box. Any good?
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