Share a Pallet Van Order for Different End Pressings

[mfjoc]

Is there anyone in the Dublin or Wexford areas who would like to share an order for Pallet Vans?

The wallet is fairly empty at the moment as I have just paid for my Hunslet and Park Royals

I fancy a set of pallet vans in brown even though they are outside my modelling era and would like a set of three but with both types of end pressings.

My proposal is to share an order for IRM1291 and 1292. I would be happy to go ahead and buy the two sets and then meet the person to transfer over and split the costs.

I am not fussy which end type I keep two of.

If anyone is interested please send me a PM

[DJ Dangerous]

Wonderful idea!

It’s been an expensive year for Irish railway modellers, and on top of Hunslets and Park Royals arriving right now, the 22000’s, 800’s and Mk2 coaches are probably only six months away.

[Broithe]

7 minutes ago, DJ Dangerous said:

It’s been an expensive year for Irish railway modellers, and on top of Hunslets and Park Royals arriving right now, the 22000’s, 800’s and Mk2 coaches are probably only six months away.

To a lot of us, that is somewhere between a warning and a threat...

It is almost extortion.

Edited yesterday at 11:14 by Broithe

[WRENNEIRE]

Almost???

[DJ Dangerous]

8 hours ago, Broithe said:

To a lot of us, that is somewhere between a warning and a threat...

It is almost extortion.

Just you wait until the O Gauge 071’s hit the shelves!

[WRENNEIRE]

Have one of Hells Kitchens ones!

[DJ Dangerous]

20 minutes ago, WRENNEIRE said:

Have one of Hells Kitchens ones!

Will it fit in your suitcase?

[Mayner]

 

12 hours ago, DJ Dangerous said:

Will it fit in your suitcase?

Reminds me of a mix up with suitcases that occurred to a friend at Dublin Airport while returning from the York (Easter) Exhibition and several swap meets when his suitcase (full of diecast) was picked up by another passenger from the carosel and taken out of the airport.  Everything was sorted out in the end with security supervising the exchange of suitcases, though in my minds eye I had a vision of a drug deal going wrong with one of the guys opening up a suitcase of die-cast cars at the exchange rather than a suitcase of drugs or cash. 

I had thought of buying 3 packs of vans with different end pressings and doors to make up 1 'variety pack" of palvans for myself and 2 to sell, but decided in the end it was not worth the hassle.

Edited 2 hours ago by Mayner

[DJ Dangerous]

20 minutes ago, Mayner said:

 

Reminds me of a mix up with suitcases that occurred to a friend at Dublin Airport while returning from the York (Easter) Exhibition and several swap meets when his suitcase (full of diecast) was picked up by another passenger from the carosel and taken out of the airport.  Everything was sorted out in the end with security supervising the exchange of suitcases, though in my minds eye I had a vision of a drug deal going wrong with one of the guys opening up a suitcase of die-cast cars at the exchange rather than a suitcase of drugs or cash. 

I had thought of buying 3 packs of vans with different end pressings and doors to make up 1 'variety pack" of palvans for myself and 2 to sell, but decided in the end it was not worth the hassle.

Given some of the prices I see on eBay, I’m not sure whether they’d be out of pocket or better off.

[Broithe]

24 minutes ago, Mayner said:

 

Reminds me of a mix up with suitcases that occurred to a friend at Dublin Airport while returning from the York (Easter) Exhibition and several swap meets when his suitcase (full of diecast) was picked up by another passenger from the carosel and taken out of the airport.  Everything was sorted out in the end with security supervising the exchange of suitcases, though in my minds eye I had a vision of a drug deal going wrong with one of the guys opening up a suitcase of die-cast cars at the exchange rather than a suitcase of drugs or cash. 

Someone I know was once asked by an elderly, housebound neighbour if she would take something into town for her.

Of course, she said yes and took the cardboard box home, to find a suitable carrier bag to make the journey on the bus a bit more convenient.

There was a bit of weight in the box, which was in a PC World bag by this time, and, as she walked to the bus stop, a rather dodgy-looking lad offered to "carry it for her". She stated that she was OK, but he persisted, eventually just grabbing the bag and running off with his ill-gotten gains.

This posed a bit of a dilemma for my friend, as she didn't want the old lady to know that this had happened, so she continued to the intended recipient and, between them, they concocted a plan to make the whole thing 'look like it had happened properly'.

The point of all this is that the contents of the box was not highly-valuable computer goods, as the lad had presumably believed, but was actually the corpse of the old lady's treasured Jack Russell Terrier, destined for cremation.

The vet arranged to supply 'plausible-looking ashes' in return and the bereaved owner never knew what had really happened.

I've often wished that I was an observer when the great prize was opened...

[Horsetan]

27 minutes ago, Broithe said:

Someone I know was once asked by an elderly, housebound neighbour if she would take something into town for her.

Of course, she said yes and took the cardboard box home, to find a suitable carrier bag to make the journey on the bus a bit more convenient.

There was a bit of weight in the box, which was in a PC World bag by this time, and, as she walked to the bus stop, a rather dodgy-looking lad offered to "carry it for her". She stated that she was OK, but he persisted, eventually just grabbing the bag and running off with his ill-gotten gains.

This posed a bit of a dilemma for my friend, as she didn't want the old lady to know that this had happened, so she continued to the intended recipient and, between them, they concocted a plan to make the whole thing 'look like it had happened properly'.

The point of all this is that the contents of the box was not highly-valuable computer goods, as the lad had presumably believed, but was actually the corpse of the old lady's treasured Jack Russell Terrier, destined for cremation.

The vet arranged to supply 'plausible-looking ashes' in return and the bereaved owner never knew what had really happened.

I've often wished that I was an observer when the great prize was opened...

Knowing these ferals, that eejit probably tried snorting some of it.