There’s Klingons on the starboard bow!

Like the cast of ‘The Living Dead’ they shuffle around in a seemingly eternal battle to find young flesh to chew on! The smell of lavender and rose water permeates the cold winter air of Morpeth. An innocuous German type market strives to claw in the aged husks with smells of cheap plastic, ASDA sausages and faux Armani. This MUST be pension day.
  
As I sit in my favourite coffee shop it seems the entire populous of this market town has grey (or no) hair! The occasional younger corpse left with the rictus smile of lunacy! Drooling bumbling wrecks of the night before in the local youth club drinking petrol or whatever the kids drink these days! I’m painting a pretty grim of this affluent enclave in a region of poverty! Still! Farmers don’t make the cleverest! 

  
I was actually going to Chronical my customisation of “Bob” the storm trooper today, but as you can see I got carried away with the observable universe. So that will start proper another time filled with pics and frustrations (not unlike every other diary entry then) but this series will serve a purpose. I’ve read a load of stuff on how to do this modification and to be honest, paraphrasing the words of the inimitable Dr “Bones” Mcoy “I’m an engineer, not a seamstress” 

  

Published by dec247h

Ex soldier, father, party girl and generally nice guy taking time out to do as he pleases! one day i will make it back to the UK, but i aint in a hurry!

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