“I went in a sexy guy and came out fat‚” Jub Jub joked about his weight gain.
Instead, you can now adorn your foldaway layout with prostitutes in bondage gear, fornicating couples, cavorting pigs, libertines relaxing in garden Jacuzzis, and nudists playing tennis.
In the real world it may all be Pendolino trains, gleaming concourses in steel and glass, and rail replacement bus services; but in model railwayland you’d always find puffing steam trains barrelling along in front of an idealised balsawood countryside that was never far from Adlestrop. Whenever I visited an exhibition I always revelled in the tiny trackside details as much as the engines themselves: the miniature sheep, the artificial grass, the miniature coal lorries waiting at the level crossing, and the old-fashioned station platforms.
Best of all, I loved the human figurines awaiting the arrival of the train they’re destined never to board.
Yesterday the Saint Louis Zoo shared a photo on Facebook that a visitor had taken of one of its gorillas.
All normal enough — except this particular gorilla seemed to feel that the heat in this G-rated establishment needed to be turned up a notch for his photo.