[Ross_Moorhouse]

As our young Queenslander came to the top of the landing and stared at the door he was about to enter into he heard the giggling of a female. He had forgotten what it was like to be in the company of such delightful creatures. His mind raced and his vision blurred for a moment as he fought down his emotions. Could it be true? To sample the delights of a lady of models and CA at the same time. No! he thought, its too good to be true. Thrusting back his shoulders he marched up to the door and flung it open. There at a modelling desk was Busty Dymphna. Her beauty was enhanced by the naked light bulb that was suspended just over the desk. In her hands were parts of a 1/8th Camel. Stacked on shelves behind her were row upon row of CA bottles. Over come with raw model making lust our young Queenslander flung himself down next to Busty. Their heads turned to each other. Their eyes met. Busty handed him a bottle of CA, she flung her head back, her dark locks of hair revealed the shine of dried CA and many model bits glued into her hair. She laughed long and hard. The laugh that could only come from one who used CA. They knew that this night would be a night of unbridled model making passion. Together they became one at the desk. CA had done its evil work again to our young Queenslander. The demon glue had him in it's claws once more.

The next morning he awoke to find himself in a damp alleyway. The cold of the cobble stones reaching into his bones. But this was the least of his troubles. He could not remember a thing from the previous night. His mind had that fuzzy feeling that comes from a session of late night model making. He ran his hands through his hair and found that small bits of a model were glued to his scalp. As the morning sun crept down the alleyway he saw his refection in a broken piece of glass. What he saw and had felt in his hair brought back a dim memory of the night before. He could remember a big bottle of CA and Busty’s wild laugh. A sly smile spread across his face. He knew he was hooked again.

In this story our young Queenslander bows out at this stage. He travelled from model show to model show following the CA trail and has not been seen for many years. Word has it that when Big George Smith ran Busty out of Sydney he may also have ran our Queenslander out too. But Mary isn’t sure about these details.

Mary was born in the back of a run down model shop near Flinders Street Railway Station in Melbourne nine months after our young Queenslander and Busty spent their night of unbridled model making passion together. Mary is a sworn opponent of the use of CA. As she grew up she saw her mother at her model making desk and saw how CA changed this beautiful woman. Mary swore she would never use CA.

When Mary was in her teens she attended the Humbrol School of Vacforming. But she soon dropped out when she found that there was a small group of students who had introduced CA into the school.

Mary packed her bags and did as most drop outs do travelled north. It was on this trip that she met and fell in love with Santa Klaus. So ends a small chapter in the wide world of model making.