Everyone should have a Club: The FFFFF

[VonAkers]

Mate
Nice model indeed,I utterly lack any modeling skills,so I shall commision someone to put you in your place ...upstart
Regards Gavin

[Le matou rouge]

I'm late here, but I could't find the right words to say the pleasure your work gave me, so I let the prattlers talk  :wink: .
Just keep it up, please, cause you know your reports are the ultimate goal of all LAFers, don't you ?

meow,
Matt

[Bullshott]

I am frightfully sorry, Bulllshot. I will now, to save my honor, proceed to shoot myself in the head.

No need to do anything rash old chap.

Thanks to you and the Prof for reminding me to add some more members to the Shooting Club - after I evict a small invasion of Prussians from my painting table.

[dodge]

That's great Plynkes.

How did you do the newspaper.

Just fantastic.

Model Awesome.

 

[Plynkes]

Just with a copy of Corel Photo Paint that came bundled with an old PC in the year 2000. All the images in it were found using Google, right down to the bits of news you can't read (they come from a 1911 edition of a newspaper from Illinois called THE DECATURION).

Wimble's attack on the "grounded Zeppelin" was hastily photoshopped from other net images. It was a real botch-job, but shrunken down to size you can't see how crudely-done it is.

[dodge]

It's just cool.

That piece of background really makes it.

Cheers

Dodge

[Aaron]

So where is today's entry? You're adding one a day, right?  ::

[twrchtrwyth]

Was hoping to finish the Pink Baron today, but I forgot I had young McTavish's fourth birthday party to go to, so he'll have to wait. It was good, there was booze. That's class, a fourth birthday party with booze. Well done, that man!

Oh, that's how it is done these days in better circles? I better rethink the Namegiving Ceremony *) of fiver, son of hammershield, then.

*) ...or is that 'Namecalling Ceremony'?

Not sure if your joking or not, but just in case, it's namegiving.

[matakishi]

That's just...brilliant  :love:

[Hammers]

Was hoping to finish the Pink Baron today, but I forgot I had young McTavish's fourth birthday party to go to, so he'll have to wait. It was good, there was booze. That's class, a fourth birthday party with booze. Well done, that man!

Oh, that's how it is done these days in better circles? I better rethink the Namegiving Ceremony *) of fiver, son of hammershield, then.

*) ...or is that 'Namecalling Ceremony'?

Not sure if your joking or not, but just in case, it's namegiving.

;-) I'd just had to see who'd bite.

[twrchtrwyth]

Was hoping to finish the Pink Baron today, but I forgot I had young McTavish's fourth birthday party to go to, so he'll have to wait. It was good, there was booze. That's class, a fourth birthday party with booze. Well done, that man!

Oh, that's how it is done these days in better circles? I better rethink the Namegiving Ceremony *) of fiver, son of hammershield, then.

*) ...or is that 'Namecalling Ceremony'?

Not sure if your joking or not, but just in case, it's namegiving.

;-) I'd just had to see who'd bite.

Right, I'm now having a nameCALLING ceremony for you! ::

[Plynkes]

[Hammers]

And you're not giving us a back story, leaving us dangling in the air like that?

[Plynkes]

Hold your horses, I'm just applying last-minute edits to the text.  

[Plynkes]

Name: Lothar Seingalt AKA The Pink Baron
Nationality: Germany
Service: Yeşilkoy Tayyare Mektebi
Aircraft: Fokker E-1, Albatros  D III
Victories: 17, or over 1000, depends on how you're counting them





"Why did I get into the flying game?"

"How do you Englisch put it... for the fanny, my dear boy, for the fanny. There's nothing for turning a silly young girl's head and relieving her of her drawers quite like a fellow in a dashing pilot's uniform. Simple as that."
Lothar Seingalt, BBC Radio interview, 1972.

Lothar, known as Lothario to his chums, was quick to take to the new flying fad, and to exploit the effect it had on the ladies. He won numerous pre-war air races, and swept many more admirers off their feet. His 'victories' soon became almost too numerous to catalogue. When war came, he volunteered his skills as a pilot to the Ottoman Empire. This was for two reasons. Firstly it was out of a desire to make the acquaintance of the exotic ladies of the Orient, but probably more to the point was the rather large accumulation of  cuckolded husbands that was building up in Europe. With the coming of war and mobilisation on an unprecedented scale most of them would now be armed as well as angry, so it seemed a good time for a change of scene.

He quickly gained a wartime reputation both as a flyer and a carouser, and it wasn't long before people were calling him "The Pink Baron." This nickname needs some clarification, as it is really a misnomer, something which Seingalt was keen to point out throughout his life.

"No, no. You don't understand.  I am not the Pink Baron. The Pink Baron was a name given to, how can I put this, ... my little wingman. To be blunt, my favourite bodily appendage. A sweet little Austrian nurse I met in Damascus gave it this name. And while I ranked up seventeen victories, the Baron scored over a thousand, and we're still counting."
BBC Radio interview, 1972.


Lothar and his fellow pilots ride the Phönizischer Bäderexpress into Haifa to enjoy the nightlife.


A set of Lothar's notorious 'before and after' cards he had printed to celebrate each of the Baron's victories. These now change hands for hundreds of pounds among connoisseurs of antique pornography.




Meanwhile, on the Entente side of the lines, a plot was being hatched to bring about Lothar's downfall. Two enterprising Australian officers, aware of his predilections, set about to ensnare him. On his patrols he always flew out towards the British lines the same way, over a particular oasis in No-Man's Land. The Australians procured the services of a noted singer and female impersonator, one Lance-Bombardier Charlie Lowthian of the Royal Artillery Concert Party, and had him dance in a lewd and suggestive manner (dressed as a belly-dancer) upon the sands each time Seingalt flew over. Pretty soon he could resist it no longer, and landed his plane to meet this strange and lovely vision.


It was at this point that the Aussies leapt out of the bushes and apprehended Lothar and the Baron. For him, the war was over.


The moment when the trap was sprung. Lothar is taken just before the seventh veil is lifted, saving him from quite an unpleasant surprise.



After the war, the Lawn Tennis Association of Australia, blatantly copying Roland Garros and Don Wimble, named their tennis stadiums after this incident. Thus were honoured the unlikely-named Lt. Bruce Kooyong and Captain Melbourne Park. Thousands have enjoyed exciting matches in these venues down the years, completely oblivious to the origins of these stadiums' titles.

After the war Seingalt returned to Germany, and continued to fly. The Baron continued his activities too. He was forced to flee Germany in 1938, following a blackmail scandal involving photographs of the Baron, Hanna Reitsch and a swimming pool filled with whipped cream, in the vicinity of the Strandbad Wannsee. Little is known of his wanderings thereafter, but he died in a Brazilian hotel room in 1989 at the age of 95. He was found in bed, with a massive grin on his face. Women's undergarments were strewn around the room. Many hundreds of distraught women attended his funeral.


The Grave of the Pink Baron, in the Cemitério São João Batista, Rio de Janeiro. An honour guard is still maintained to this day, to protect the site from an admittedly dwindling band of angry husbands bent on desecrating the grave.

"My greatest achievement? Never had to pay for it once, son. Not once. And that's not bad going, especially in wartime."
BBC Radio Interview, 1972.


Ende.



As with the other model, the Baron's Alby is for playinng with.





Some WIP shots (unfortunately the same ones I posted ages ago, don't have any others.):





Don't try and build a biplane while in a state of drunkenness.