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Post by JohnV on Dec 24, 2020 7:43:18 GMT
Peter stretched his back and gratefully accepted the proffered mug of tea, "I reckon that's it done" he said to the gruesome twosome who were standing watching. He gazed at the two enormous electric motors he had just helped (did most of the work)instal in John and Flappy's latest project. "I'm still not sure how you are going to find space for enough batteries to run these beautiful beasts for more than a few seconds" John sighed and explained again "We have got this old LASH barge which we have put a punt bow on which will carry all the batteries and all the other things we need for the new Thunderpunt, this just goes on the back like a pusher tug and has a big bit of wire plugged in for the power .... simples"
Peter was unconvinced, he looked at the increduble contraption, wide and high but incredibly short. He shrugged and began packing up his tools, John was looking quizically at the big crimp tool he was packing away .... there was something almost familiar about it. He decided to leave it for the moment. "Thanks a lot Peter for helping with the electrificashun project" He said and helped Peter carry his tools off ...... as he drove away with a whoosh in his buggy the two old cronies gave one another a knowing look.
As soon as he was safely out of sight a pair of small diesel tugs in CRT colours came wheezing up to the jetty, With coronaggedon mkII jn full cry he didn't think anyone would notice that he had borrowed them for a couple of hours. With the clock ticking they hitched up the errrm floating power unit,thingy,wotchancallit and set off.
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Post by JohnV on Dec 24, 2020 22:52:58 GMT
The Dreadful duo paused and looked proudly at their wonderful contraption, they had succesfully welded the new drive section to the modified lash barge and plugged it in. Just in time as the gang were all trooping up the gangway for the special cruise. Patty was looking suspiciously at the ranks of Holman projectors all coupled up to a truly Heath Robinson contraption of wire an pipes, Peter was looking suspiciously at the huge casing on the after section which had ,rather crudely painted, "Battrey bocks" written on it. Phil hastily herded thje crew into the wheelhouse and handed out the PPE (a hard hat with attached ear defenders) Not giving anyone time to ask questions John switched on the NORAD Santa tracker and turned to Peter "You were good enough to help instal the engines so we reckon you should press the start button" he pointed out a large red button in the centre of the dash. Peter tentatively pressed the button then leaped back in shock and hastily crammed the ear defenders on, he turned to John and Flappy and was screaming something ....... whatever it was was totally swamped by the incredible roar of two Napier Deltics ... each an 88 litre 18 cylinder supercharged two stroke opposed piston valveless 2,500 horsepower diesel that John and Flappy had pinched borrowed from the York Railway museum. The electric part of the diesel electric system Peter had unwittingly installed for them.
Not wasting time Flappy slammed the the morse control wide open, two vast columns of black smoke tore skyward and the engine not became a deafening howl, the crew were slammed back in their seats as the giant punt hurled itself skyward, neatly positioning just behind and below Big Reds sleigh, As they reached their operational position John grabbed the mic "Elfin Safety, Elfin Safety this is operation backup, are we clear for launch"
The answer was obviously satisfactory as John lifted the safety cover on the switch and switched the Holman projectors to fully automatic.
The Howl of the engines was now joined by the rapid bang bang bang of the projectors and the rattle and crash of the automatic loading system He turned to the bewildered crew who had thought they were just going for a Christmas eve jolly
"Right you lot start putting the boxes in the auto loader hoppers, Red ones are Rheindeer carrots, Dreamies in the orange, Bonios in the yellow, fat balls in white and the mince pies in the green. Quality Street in the striped, Just bung the microwave individual Christmas puds in to the big funnel, they don't need a cannister."
He turned and high fived Flappy, they had done it, in spite of every trick by the opposition they were going to give everyone who was on Santa's naughty list a little gift !!!
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Post by JohnV on Dec 24, 2020 22:57:19 GMT
Happy Christmas to all the inhabitants
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Post by patty on Dec 25, 2020 7:53:50 GMT
This was Pattys sort of adventure....to give everyone on Santas naughty list a gift..ace and she hastily started chucking food about... Obviously the Quality St she sorted ensuring her fav floors crammed into the handbag..
What a brilliant Christmas xx
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Post by phil70 on Dec 25, 2020 8:50:50 GMT
Flappy yawned and scratched himself after what been a long night. He smiled as a sense of satisfaction filled him and strangely he found himself cuddling the Gravy Stained Cat who despite himself found that he was purring. Happy Christmas everybody
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Post by phil70 on Jan 22, 2021 23:11:46 GMT
Flappy huddled together with Johnand indulged in a lot of muttering. After a while they broke away and coughed loudly to clear their throats and made ready to speak to the crew. Flappy was 1st up and brushing his shorts he mumbled "it's time for a post Xmas debriefing "and Oi! that doesn't mean getting your kecks off you lot of reprobates John took the stage having placed the Coate Faerie strategically in front of the door to perform something alien to him..... keeping people in. John went to great pains to claim that the execution of the Take Santa Out campaign was only a partial success, they had failed to stop him but had in fact given the reindeer a bit of a spur with all the goodies that the Holman projectors had fired in their direction but it had proved that at least they had got Big Red in their sights unlike previous years, so next year we would be able to finally finish the job. And by way of thanks I John would like to buy you all a drink. John had spoken to the bar thingy and arranged for the payment to come from Flappy's tab.
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Post by peterboat on Jan 23, 2021 13:11:05 GMT
Peter was chuckling to himself softly Big red had been on the phone to him to thank the gang for their help, apparemtly their was no norty list but Big Red had been struggling due to the virus and the help had been desperately needed
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Post by patty on Jan 23, 2021 21:07:04 GMT
Patty didn't really understand if they had achieved anything this year ...this corona thingy had messed their lives up However a New Year beckoned and no doubt there would be exciting times ahead She was so pleased all the gang were together .....
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Post by Trina on Jan 23, 2021 22:31:31 GMT
Mrs BB hadn't got a pigging clue what had happened,what was going on now & what could happen in the future.However,she did have a large bucket of Rusty Rats Tail which she hadn't paid for.Result.😁
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Post by loafer on Feb 28, 2021 21:49:41 GMT
anyone got a wife umbrella? Askig for a friend. The shower cubicle is still un-grouted, and I'm more interested in air guns since the lockdown. Its a start, innit?
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Post by patty on Mar 1, 2021 6:41:50 GMT
Patty rummaged in her handbag......she knew somewhere ..ah yes....a brand new container of grouting.....
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Post by peterboat on Mar 1, 2021 9:08:01 GMT
Peter rifled through Johns tool box and produced grouting tools along with Pattys grout it was handed to Loafer who had a shocked and stunned look on his fizhog
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Post by Trina on Mar 1, 2021 12:53:47 GMT
Loafer needed to think fast,there had to be a way get out of this grouting malarkey...
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Post by metanoia on Mar 1, 2021 19:02:56 GMT
....but sadly Loafer's head was in the basin as MetalWoman passed, cried "Clang" and threw him a brolly....
... and just WHERE was Poops?
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Post by phil70 on Mar 2, 2021 0:06:42 GMT
Loafer awoke with a start having been rendered unconscious by A/ hitting his head on the basin and B/ suffering a concussion caused by a blow to his head by Metal Lady's umbrella. All Loafer could say was Bugger this grouting, I need a drink.....POOPS!! bar , now
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