Moustache Monday!

The The The that's all we seem to hear these days. However if we take the time to listen and look we will see a whole lot more.
It may not be enough to own the smallest filing cabinets in the world - perhaps that's where Wilson stores all his notes of warning. Yet when the moustache points you need to understand that you are being spoken too. If you're going to put up then you better have the legs of anything a fast unarmed  version operating with a specialty. The rules are so simple if only you discuss them first.

Moustache Monday!

Do you know where this finger has been? Sometimes simple questions need to be given to simple people. Simple people lack sophistication. They lack intelligence. They lack flare. They lack style. Most of all they lack grooming. A simple person cannot grow a moustache let alone care for one. True some people may be able to grow facial hair but no doubt it will prove to be an abomination. It takes a proper man to grow, groom and maintain a moustache.  So when the finger is being pointed and the files are on the cabinet there is only one way to show respect- even though you may not have the intelligence to understand the meaning of your own words. How the irony is lost on those standing in the shadows.

Moustache Monday!

Some moustaches have their own gravity. Here is one that has more than the potential to attract small astronomic bodies over an unyielding event horizon. Yet despite its inherent majesty and associated gravity there are those, hairless lipped as they are, who are dismissive.

Consider this. A man takes the time to grow and groom. To crop and cultivate. Yet some hairless lipped wonder wearing ice cream cups on his ears believes he can call the shots. You know...be number one, numero uno, the big cheese, the bees knees, the duck's guts...Well Mr Not Man Enough. Get your act together. Stop questioning and get with it.   

Did Battler Britton Shoot this Dornier Down?

Last surviving Second World War Dornier bomber is to be raised from its watery grave after 70 years in biggest recovery of its kind

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Comic Book Collecting

The ducks of war - well actually the duck of war meets the enemy head on in a confrontation so terrible that not even Battler Britton will be able to walk away grinning.

Whoever Bob is he's left his mark on this Air Ace Picture Library.

The idle doodle in the only white area on the cover is now locked into my collection. It's inevitable that free art and typographical interpretation of this calibre is going to turn up from time to time.

I'm happy to see it.

Bob if you're out there some where I have your comic now. And your duck.

Moustache Monday!

These are complicated times. When a man with a moustache has to spell out to young fools why they are foolish. Some would say that it should be self evident. Clearly it is not. The RAF never was nor never will be the domain for chinless wonders to play as they please with valuable equipment - irregardless of its age or usefulness.

One can only hope that a man with more chin than is fair can make this point. If the ballet of chin, eyebrow, and moustache cannot help them, nothing else will.

Being young is never an excuse.



War at Sea Picture Library 1 Devil's Cargo

It's what doesn't happen in Devil's Cargo that makes this a terrific story. The SS Westland is a creaking old tanker worthy for the scrap heap - however the urgencies of war means she is needed. The same can be said for her crew.

Once the characters are established the action follows very closely. It is in the action sequences where Devil's Cargo excels and it's what doesn't happen that makes this pocket war comic shine.

On the way to joining a convoy the Westland gets attacked by a seaplane that strafes and bombs the ship. The seaplane is shot at but it gets away! Once in convoy surface raider cruiser appears and attacks. The convoy's sole escort, an aged destroyer, sacrifices itself allowing the convoy to save itself by dispersing. The destroyer pays the ultimate price and the other ships and the Westland escape albeit a bit worse for wear. Oh by the way the surface raider isn't sunk! As the damaged Westland limps its way towards its destination it is attacked by a surfaced U-Boat. To the credit of the Westland's crew they manage to land a hit on the submarine disabling its deck gun - but not before they take a beating. What? The U-Boat isn't sunk? That plane should have been shot down! That cruiser should have been sunk! The surfaced U-Boat is not rammed? I don't understand!

This is quite a tight little story.

Even though the guy with the floppy fringe does a bang up job of showing leadership he doesn't turn out to be the hero. In a nice twist that honour goes to the shifty looking down and out spiv. This is another one of those interesting stories where you really don't get to see the bad guys. This is one of those stories that has it all - great story, great action and great pictures.

There's a lot of ink in Devil's Cargo. It is an absolute pleasure.

Looks like a great place to have holiday. Why would you want to go somewhere where people are shooting at you?

Quite a contemporary look you've got going there Bert.

Love all that shading in this story.














He don't look half shifty don't he?

This is a great panel!!

The sea is a dark and mysterious place.

Ah! That's why he voluntered!! Who would have known?











A well placed AAAGH! from the Hun in the barge as well as an almost unheard of "look out!" from one of his comrades.

It should have been the guy with the floppy fringe up there. 

Moustache Monday!

Some things are best left  unsaid...however! When the man wearing the dark suit and  wearing the dark moustache places his hand on the small of your back and opens the door and says "we have no time to waste" there is only one thing that can be said. Our dapper friend with his floppy fringe only has one way to go. He knows who is the boss, he knows who is the better dressed man, he knows who is in command. So should this ever happen to you dear reader remember the right words, "Okay you're the boss..."



Moustache Monday!

Understanding the "other tribe" as the man of moustache calls women on occasion is another trait that a real man must develop. Women understand little the ways of men and as such require a different approach. Even though their ways may appear trivial or unimportant; a real man, a man with a tash understands that though their ways are foreign and strange that they cannot be simply ignored. The ability to resolve feminine disputes is only one talent, among many, that a man needs master in order to journey through life. Even though the addition of the fairer sex does tend to complicate matters, a man with a moustache is wise enough to see them as part of the team - even to the distress of his fellow chums. Women who recognise this are forever grateful.

Meanwhile over at the Airfix Museum...

...Airfix needs you!  Museum curators have made an appeal for members of the public to contribute their old Airfix models and kits after an exhibition due to open at the Royal Air Force museum has been left with gaps.

 
The exhibition, which is due to open in June, will document the history of Airfix dating back to its advent in 1939.

This is all very good but where's the FROG Museum?