days are numbered.
No, no on this occasion I am not referring to myself!
The thing of beauty and a joy for ever is going to the big steam-punk heaven in the sky, where it will make the acquaintance of past things of mind blowing beautification. For example the
Sinclair C5, the trains of the mid- west with the frilly cow catching fronts that oh so gently brushed the cows out of their paths as they steamed through the barren, arid lands.
The Segway.
Dare I say the Reliant Robin and risk offending fans the world over who loved Derek Trotter Esq.
Twin-tub washing machines.
The mangle of yore that gave grannie arms the size of a Sumo wrestler.
Flat irons, tin baths.
Crank handles for cars float by on a cloud jumbled together looking ‘other worldly’ like a
viper’s nest.
Clippy’s ticket machines
on the buses.
Isambard Kingdom Brunel’s cantilever experiments that never saw the light of day.
Feel free to add to this list in order for the old boiler not to feel totally unloved as it lurks behind the palm, trying with every nut and bolt of its being to blend into the background.
Goodbye cruel world it pants with gas fuelled gasps...
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