**Unsatisfactory posting alert!**
Well - i
still havnt managed to bust anything. Hold tight - i'm sure it wont be long.....

We do have a number of small things to tinker with left untinkered. eg - make new welded stainless heat exchanger for exhaust, fit engine temp gauge, upgrade belts to kevlar ones etc..... Thing is, though, while Ivor is happily chugging away in full auto mode and nowt breaks - its just a case of swapping over Quantum lard tubs for him to guzzle and standing back in wonder at the splendidness of it all!

So - a slightly lard-based posting (no change there, then.. )
Day 161 -
L0 minus 44 tubs. (ie - about 2 months worth left in the Lard vaults of Frotdor)

DOH!

And now - secret filming reveals the REAL Lard foundry..........
Tub on table is
hot just about to be filtered. New tub just plonked into Lardinator on floor.

The mysterious disembodied Ginger Hand of Fear decants precious golden fluid..

Mmmmm... the REAL amber nectar.

'feeding' Ivor. Filtered Lard reverently placed beneath the sacred Enhottening Casket of Chernobyl.
I should think...

Erm....
Good here innit?
Wheres me feckin giant Blades o Doom then, Navitronics? Pff.... Never trust people who wear pants sez I.
