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Sat.18.03.06. For most of the day I have had a bad head from self-inflicted beer greed, but we must press on. We have managed to remove all the wings and nose cone as well as making a start by labelling the wiring loom. Many of the ancillary parts that were holding the central tub have also been freed so we are creeping closer to the actual removal of the tub. True to the master plan along with the persuasive angling skills of the boss Dave Brown arrived at lunchtime to view the rusting wreck to tentatively offer advice as to how the dashboard could be fabricated. Whilst he and Chris were discussing the possibilities I remained under the car attempting to saw off the last two very awkward bolts that were holding the tub to the chassis. I managed to saw them off but I could also hear the two of them becoming more or less ‘orgasmic’ about Mahogany, Oak and Sepele, prematurely debating as to how the dashboard could eventually be fitted. Chris was very impressed with Dave’s noticeably deep knowledge, experience and craft, so much so that Dave promised to turn up on site to mock up a dash in MDF before he contemplates using real wood. The idea of making the dash slightly larger with a routered back had Chris almost euphoric latterly becoming animated at the prospect of Dave’s commitment. “Here come the Yankee workshop”.

 The final part of the day was taken up by re-fitting the rear wings to doubly ensure that all the body panels could be assembled absolutely in line. This was crunch time; if they could not be made good the project would be abandoned and 001 will be scrapped. Bugger me, they did work, the project will run. Let’s open a tin of Chunks. But just as I began to raise a faint smile Chris, the prophet of doom, cynic, pot half empty, announced that the tub might still be warped. Why did he have to say that? So, my thoughts returned to, ‘we might as well start filling the skip now’! My emotions were up and down like barmaids knickers.

We retired to the Oak for beer, necessary fortification. After one gallon all now seemed rosy, we looked forward to tomorrow when the tub will be removed. An added bonus came about when I grabbed a lift home with Chris and Harry the Rat, his driver, who also requested two packets of Viagra form my Indian stash. I duly sold him two packets which co-incidentally paid for the gallon of ale that I had just consumed.