Good Golly Miss Molly! Since we are now on Day 6, this means we are currently 20% (one fifth) of the way through this build. Coincidentally, we are also just a tad more than 20% (one fifth) of the way through the 21st Century. In a way, I feel like the professor in The Time Machine movie (the 1960 version, of course). Both of us enjoy travelling through time, it’s just that I’m taking the leisurely scenic route and doing it all on foot, as it were.
Accompanying today’s image from John was a note saying: “The pilot’s seat has been completed and very plush it is too; for example, the back reclines in case you want to take a quick nap. Bag 3 of the parts has been opened and work has commenced on the bottom of the front. We’re into some proper LEGO work now, but it’s all upside down, isn’t it?”
In my earlier Day 5 build blog, my mind wandered to John’s previous project involving a Millennium Falcon model 75257 with 1,351 pieces (22.91″ long, 14.88″ wide, and 3.43″ tall). I also noted that, if I had the cash to splash, I’d be tempted to build the Ultimate Millennium Falcon model 75192 with 7,541 pieces (33″ long, 22″ wide, and 8″ tall).
Well, in today’s email, John also noted, “My view on the large Millennium Falcon is that it’s a piece like the Ultimate A-Wing Starfighter I’m working on now. A display piece, not a play piece. The beauty of it is the challenge of building it. It’s big, very big, the biggest, so a ‘big tick’ if you do it. But where on earth would you display it though? Design-wise, I actually prefer the one I built because it fully opens and it’s a piece with which you can let your imagination run wild. For instance, you could get R2-D2 to whip up a cup of coffee, make the beds, and then have a game of Dejarik before heading out on a new adventure.”
What? Get R2-D2 to “whip up a cup of coffee.” Has the boy gone mad? I fear too much Star Wars has gone to his head and he’s delirious. Since John, like your humble narrator, was born and bred in God’s own county of Yorkshire, England (my off-the-cuff calculations suggest this was quite possibly the site of the Garden of Eden), he is aware that the beverage manufacturer Tetley was founded in Yorkshire in 1837, which was 120 years before John and I decided to grace this planet with our presence. Thus, I feel it to be self-evident that the only refreshment R2-D2 should be prevailed upon to present would be a man-sized mug (not a weenie-boy cup) of Tetley’s robust, quintessentially British tea.
How about you? If you were poised to set off in a Millennium Falcon into the great unknown on an awesome adventure, would you class yourself as a coffee fan or a tea fanatic and with which brand would you stock your galley?