From the Blackman Black Museum
WARNING - PERSONS OF A NERVOUS OR SENSITIVE DISPOSITION, PEOPLE WITH A HIGHLY DEVELOPED SENSE OF MECHANICAL SYMPATHY, ANYONE WHO IS EASILY FRIGHTENED OR DISTRESSED OR ANY OTHER WETS, WIMPS AND DRIPS LACKING THE BACKBONE OF A JELLYFISH (NO OFFENCE TO JELLYFISHES INTENDED) SHOULD READ NO FURTHER. (AND THEY CERTAINLY SHOULDN'T LOOK AT THE FOLLOWING PICTURES EITHER.) There's been a burst of activity in the Boogie Wundaland studio recently. Quite apart from welding up tractor bonnets, at least three of my own vehicles have been through my personal industrial unit and every one of them is a forthcoming Vintage Thing that will appear on this blog dreckly. I just want them to be in finer fettle before I feel like featuring them. But first, some grotesque pictures of mechanical torture and automotive wrongs wot I have righted. This is a clutch but no ordinary clutch. It's on the point of collapse. If you look closely you can see the inner edges of the diaphragm fingers h...