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'A gaping silken dragon,/Puffed by the wind, suffices us for God./We, not the City, are the Empire's soul:/A rotten tree lives only in its rind.'

Friday, 19 October 2012


... from Ireland. The noble Kinch's kind gift arrived today - the first of the hoped-for reinforcements. My Lord Kinch sent me this old timer:

I only built one of them in my youth - it was, I remember, a rare beast on the local hobby shop shelves.

A straightforward kit:

But long-lived. Look at this date:

A world ago - only 20 years after the subject of the model was doing its worst, but it is now 50 years since the first plastic Airfix Stug hit the shelves. 1962 -  four years before UK manufacturing reached its zenith, six years before the pathetic, essentially misogynist 'summer of love', over a decade before we turned our back on our friends, both Antipodean and North Atlantic, and still in the happy days before social fragmentation made us into the mess we are in now.

Enough! After a quick check through some references, I set to work.
First, the hull:

And after...

Anyone know what it is to be yet?


  1. 1962 :) I was born 1968...
    I'm waiting for finish.


    1. Erhan - we're all waiting ! But let's hope we have many more modelling days left yet.

  2. Well, back in those days when I started cutting up Stugs, it was usually to make a few Panzer 3s....though I did do a sIG33 once.


    1. Now, the SIG33 sounds interesting... How did you manage the fiendish angles of the PzIII turret?

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    1. Well done! A chap who really knows his stuff! I didn't think anyone would get it just by a chopped up Stug fighting compartment. A shiny silver sixpence to you, sir!

  4. Oh you are cold! Here's this poor Airfix kit been waiting 50 years, ok its probably not 1st run, lets say 20 years. He got all excited say 10 years ago when Kinch takes him home but he just ends up in the cupboard. Finally there is another trip, some opens the box and he thinks "this is it! I'm finally going to be the STUG III that I was meant to be"/ Then he sees the razor saw........ Oh cruel!


    1. Aaaaaargh! Why ?! Why did I do it?!
      You do realise that I am now wracked with guilt? O me miserum.