Tragedy

Only had one model since the transition to long trousers.

A lovely F15, just like the ones that scrape over the roof of Moggy’s Mansion on a daily basis.

Designed as it was to counter the threat of advanced Migs and SUs, it finally succumbed to a dreadful attack by a previously secret weapon -it looked like a giant yellow duster, but was 72 times bigger than it should have been.

In one of Mrs Moggy’s rare essays into the noble art of housekeeping (She has many other better qualities, so I’ll hang on to her until I bump into Kylie at Tesco in Bury St Edmunds) it sustained CAT 2 battle damage and was s.o.c in late 1997.

I’m starting a collection for a granite memorial outside the mansion.

Moggy