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When I look in
the mirror I'm surprised to see a middle aged bloke staring back at me, it
doesn't seem that long ago since I first started mucking about with my
trainset. I've an idea that my parents were pleased that I'd found an
absorbing and creative hobby, yet regretted the spilt pots of Humbrol on
the carpet, the all pervading smell of glue and my inattention to
homework. Despite the negatives, I was encouraged in a hobby that has
turned out to be a life long interest. Looking at the grey beard, and the
hair heading that way, I thought I'd try and make sense of the passing
years by examining the models made and layouts built over the years. |
