When I found him in the garage he was
time/sun-faded and mouldy, but a dip in that Barentine wood-treatment and he's almost back to his old self,
maybe not quite as green ('army-man' green!) as I remember!
He was one of two, I seem to recall, one behind the other in
a big chunk of wood shaped like a racing wedge, open-topped with four large
wooden wheels, we loved it when we were very young (3-5 maybe?) and would push
it round the house until we banged our heads on something and settled down to a
quieter pastime for the afternoon, or . . . got a bollocking for ramming it
into some 'so called' valuable piece of 'grown-ups' furniture!
I'll call him Guy, and he can go in the 'Unknown
Wood & Other Materials' box. What do you mean "Where's the other shots?"; he's
turned on a lathe - this is ALL the shots, his arse really is his elbow!
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