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Fermina Express 0711
Nissan Diesel CPB87N Santarosa Exfoh
Location: Fermina Express Garage, New York Street, Brgy Pinagkaisahan, Cubao, Quezon City
Twenty four seven of - op z'n Vlaams - 24 op 7 is tijdelijk mogelijk in de Ferdinand Bolstraat dankzij de omleiding van de lijnen 7 en 19 wegens werk aan de Weteringschans.
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It has been so long since I posted an outfit. So much has happened!
Here was my outfit Sunday...
beret: had it forever
ever present sweater: h&m
white dress: h&m
black dress (under white dress): h&m
belt: came with a shirt
leggings: who remembers?
flats: gap
red purse: nine west
Acte 7 : Harbinger
Subtitle : Insulting the Injuries
As he finishes sounding the alarm, the Constable pulls the whistle from his lips, and takes a clearer observation of the situation. He immediately realizes that whatever the pair was , they were not a immediate threat.
Ere you two can’t go about dressed like its Guy Fawkes evening, or sumthin. He yells to the grimy figures as he approaches closer,his confidence restored as he hears footsteps running up the block towards him.
The Mistress pushes Edmund off to the side, my good man, I need to report a molestation. The officer, taken aback by what he assumes is a couple of vagabonds daring to give him orders, answers back tartly,
Ere now, ewe do you think you are, the Qheens mother?
No you insolent bastard, The Mistress retorts, don’t you recognize Lord and Lady Edmund of Staghurst manor. Ya,the Constable retorts, and Im the Duke of Wellington. At this time he is aware of a couple of his fellow officers are now at his shoulder. He begins to bark out orders, calling for the paddy and has the quarrelsome pair of miscreants hauled off to goal to let them cool their heels till morning.
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Fortunately for the Lord Edmund and the mistress, the local station was being visited by a superintendent whom knew of Lord Edmund( both belonging to the same gentleman’s club) and was in fact on his way to the same Ball. He had the constable apologize and after taking statements, arranged for the pair to be driven back to The Manor House, where they arrived fairly late in the evening.
Sheets are brought out as the servants watch; giggling to themselves over the situation, help drape them over the abused figures of Lord Edmund and the Mistress. Both take heavy sedatives, and are immediately put to bed for the evening, and soon the entire household is quietly at rest, at least for the time being.
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For, as the the Lord and Mistress are driven back after finally being released from prison, another series of events have been taking place:
On a darkened market block, still busy at this time of the evening, a familiar figure is seen weaving in and out amongst the crowds, threading her way through vendors still lining the streets. There is still some gossip being passed around about the police activity of a few blocks away, and more than one pair of eyes are on the lookout for anything unusual, give the girl more than a passing glance.
The young teenage gypsy girl now walking briskly down a street, is ignoring the calls from the vendors carts and the old men leering at her from doorways and alleyways as she makes her way. She is a dark green eyed, long haired beauty, with a secretive look on her face. Still wearing the colourefully long silken tiered skirt, with a white full sleeved blouse, and several silk scarves that she had been wearing when first coming upon The Lord and Mistress of Staghurst almost 90 minutes ago by their out of commission Roll-Royce. She is also now wearing a small rucksack, and carrying a parcel neatly wrapped in old newspaper.
She stops in front of an old blackened building that houses a Pub, named The Poet and the Peasant, which carries with it a dark reputation. She stops, letting her eyes look about her, she suddenly moves, darting inside with a swishing of her long silken tiered skirt. She walks purposefully through the main bar room, again ignoring the cackling old drunks sitting on stools at the bar and around ill-lit tables.
She walks into a darkened, smoke filled back hallway, and cautiously enters a room at the end. A man with rather unusual features ( hook nose, right eye half closed, and a nasty scar along one hollow cheek below right eye, thin moustache) is sitting at a table, talking in a whisper to a pair of rather devious looking characters, a cigar hanging precariously from one side of his mouth. He spies the girl, and grins showing a mouth full of yellowed, chipped teeth. “Gentleman”, I have a visitor he announces, sharply. The pair of men looks at the girl, then rise, and silently slips past her without a second glance.
Wotcher the man with the cigar says In careful greeting, but with a wary look on his humorless face.. The girl approaches, and sitting down, opens her fist and setting a ring of keys on the table, slides them towards him.
He picks them up, toying with them for a few seconds. He looks backup, interested, still up to your mysterious games I see, whose pocket got picked for these I wonder?, he asks himself. Then looks full into her green eyes.
What will this get me, sister’s daughter? He asks throwing them back on the stained oak bar table top, his curiosity and attention both peeked.
The girl undoes her silk scarf, and opens the collar of her silken blouse, exposing a magnificent necklace of shimmering sapphires and diamonds, where it had been hidden from the view of anyone treacherous enough to indifferently slit a young girl’s throat to have them from her.
You cheeky imp!, the man whistles, it makes a funny sound as the cigar is still clamped in his mouth. Taking risks ware’n a fancy choker like that round ere. Don’t tell me you got that fancy decoration by using just your fingers lass ? She just smiles mischievously, her eyes opened doe wide, as her Uncle reads into them, accurately interprets the message hidden in the depths of the sparkling dark green eyes gazing at him..
Where’s the rest then he asks, but it is not really a question, he knows the answer all too well. She hands him the parcel, and with a swing of her body, her hair flying off to one side, she takes off the small, rucksack and lays both on the table.
He cuts the strings of the newspaper clad parcel with a thin knife he seems to produce from thin air. Inspecting the contents, he lifts up something thin and slippery, dyed a purplish hue, he also lifts a white fluffy fur sleeve. He then opens the small rucksack and peers inside, his left eye opening wide, as a thin smile cracks his usually stern demeanor, he lifts up a sparking diamond bracelet He looks up at his niece, and opening g his hand, beckons with his fingers. She obediently removes the necklace and placed it shimmering into his palm. He places it inside the rucksack with the rest.
Were your cousins involved with this, he hisses sharply. The Gypsy girl still doesn’t say a word, but he reads his answer in her sly dark green eyes, not that he really needed her confirmation on that suspicion.
Things need to cool a bit, these will have to be buried in a very deep dark, quiet hole indeed. Gather the boys and lay low for a few weeks till things die down with the local bobbies He opens a thick billfold and extracts several pound notes, this is just for starters till the tide washes back.
Payment for information after, he says to her, it was not a question. She leans in towards him, and finally breaks her silence, speaking in a low murmur into her Uncles ear. The name Staghurst is mentioned, along with a few more particulars. He listens intently to the girl, his eyes gathering in every last tidbit, until she finishes. He asks no more questions of her, he has all that he needs.
She leaves, and her uncle reaches under the table and presses a button. Strike while the irons hot he is thinking, and then murmurs to himself, and this iron is bloody steam’en.
A rather oafish fellow, with keen eyes enters. The man at the table starts to bark out orders, orders that place into motion a string of events that will be carried out and completed straightaway. Orders that will totally cover any tracks made by a pair of events, one that occurred earlier in a dark alleyway,and a second that will occur well before cock crow
End of Acte 7,
Watch for the final Acte 8 ( Footfalls) coming soon
March: Home
Impossible Project PX70 Colour Shade Push.
Seeing all the gorgeous new TIP colour film made me hungry for Polaroid so I had to shoot some Push.
I didn't peel this but I did use a hair dryer to heat it.
Completely re-built to what I think would be suitable for an "official set" standard.
Everything is now legit in terms of parts, connections,strength and above all an enjoyable building experience :)
The short cut 3mm rod on the front wheel arches will be replaced with black t-bars when I can get some.
I've had to dumb down the detail in this version, compared to my previous renditions and honestly I think "IF" this idea ever got through review, etc, it would have to be dumbed down even more, but I went with this one with everything I could do.
This is one legal option, I will do another with fixed steering as I think realistcically that is the route TLG would go with if this ever "made it".
Huge thanks to all who have voted so far, please keep them coming in and also spreading the word, lets see if we can make this happen :)
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I should appologise for some of the photos, I'm still trying to get to grips with my new camera and ahem, obviously I'm still not yet with it ;)
Edit: "Get Surrey" just posted this article to help the project along :) www.getsurrey.co.uk/lifestyle/caterham-seven-replica-gets...
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Jugando con La vuelta al Mundo desde Buenos Aires (Argentina)
Mi búsqueda del tesoro 2016
#7-Velocidad
Después de probar varias opciones, me quedé con esta. Me gustan las lineas d elos cables, las luces y la calle.
#1- Un artista callejero
#2- Sombras
#3- Una verja
#4- El color amarillo
#5-Un pájaro
#6- Amor
#7-Velocidad
#8- Escalones
#9- Un robado*
#10- Algo escrito en el suelo
#11- Un charco
#12- Un campanario
Another day, another Jeep run. Seems we do this route every trip. It's a fun one, to be sure!
I took this while driving, hence the crappy through-the-windshield quality.