Having had a reasonably good excuse not to blog for a few days I thought it about time I gave some sage advice on painting, some of you have asked me about it and how it affects the Universe -
A good friend of mine sent me this e-mail, I'm sure many of you may have suffered similar issues:
Hi
So both my single and double action airbrushes are not working.
The single is not letting anything out and I think that is because the needle is bent; I have a replacement.
The double is getting blowback from something. I wonder if that means the “O” ring is buggered.
I think my clumsiness with things that are delicate does not help.
If it is ok, once we are allowed to circulate again, I might bring my stuff up for a visit to see if you can help. I need a bit of guidance, as I don’t really use it enough to be familiar.
How is life in lockdown anyway?
Phil
If you have been following the blog so far you may relate to my answer:
Hi Phil I do understand your frustration with the airbrushes, I can tell you I have been there...been there...bugger...been there
I'm always happy to spend some time where I can help, major thing with an airbrush, a sodding airbrush is to allow for the clean up time which is often more than the bloody job itself which is why I often store up the size of jobs I do with them. No doubt if you come over I will have saved up some jobs but my airbrush will spit and fart and pack a sad anyway. :)
Lock down should be perfectly good for me it's very similar to my normal life:)
Unfortunately I just caught up with Miriam having a nasty heart attack thingy and having to be flown on the back of an old table in the middle of the night the 100 miles to Welly for surgery. Obviously not a good look when they are sitting their with their "BOSE" headphones and offer you something a child probably just wore that had been thrown out by a $2 shop.
Anyway I now have a bit of an old biro stuck inside me and because they have lots of broken biro springs laying around they want to stick lots of needles into me again which hurt about as much as a sodding heart attack, ask me lot of times if I can remember my own birthday which I find mildly insulting given my IQ, when they didn't even manage to get the spelling of my name, my address or even my next of kin right once in the three wristband changes that they had to do, not once, they want to repeat the procedure to use up their quota of biro springs.
I wouldn't mind so much if the ride home hadn't been in the back of an ice cream truck without even a sandwich, cuppa or even a thin blanket. Still I can't complain as it was just over 24 hours since a fairly major medical procedure which by some stroke of luck I had survived before the two hour scenic excursion facing backwards without any company or anyone checking on me, to be greeted with disinterest in the cardiac ward at Palmy by a surly young 'lady' who announced she wasn't running a motel, funny that thought had never occurred to me either. All I had asked for was a cuppa and something to eat as it was around 2pm and I naively thought sick people probably required some form of sustenance to help make them feel a bit better.
Anyway I digress, we can work through the airbrush issues hopefully either before my body or the hospital has another go at killing me 🙂🙂
Regards Tony
So we at the W.H.O decided it was a great idea and here are the results....
and some might say ridiculous ideas need to be 'floated'. A fleet of small boats may be required for a sudden 'evacuation', to push out a Bridgehead or just to puff along in a moment of relative calm.
Random thoughts may need to be turned into action. Masters may need to be built, figure ranges commissioned.
"You are not a victim, you just scream with boredom, you are not evicting time". 
