Hopstretch

If you don't mind ze Chermans, would also look at Stowa, Junghans and Sinn in that price range.

Happy Birthday!

Sorry Larry.

Little South African digression, but behind Churchill in that photo, in the trench coat, is Field Marshal Jan Smuts, who first led the Afrikaners against the English in the Boer War (1899 - 1902) and then went on to serve in the British War Cabinets of both the First and Second World Wars and to be the only signatory to both the peace treaties that ended them. The master of Christ's College, Cambridge -- where he studied law -- once said of him that "in the 500 years of the College's history, of all its members, past and present, only three have been truly outstanding: John Milton, Charles Darwin and Jan Smuts." Which is a pretty decent reference!

Teeth Of The Sea -- Master

Five off the top of my balding head.

Happy Birthday Dinny!

Two more hours of adventures in extreme endodontry. If this tooth ever picks up a radio station, it better be fuckin' streaming 24/192.

Sort of raises the question of what you have to do to get the Gold medal? One for Al here ...

Happy Birthday chaps!

Good choice Posty! Not a fan of round date windows, but they've chamfered it so nicely it turns out to be a plus in the end, I think. The batons are also very well done. Only practical concern would be the long lugs, which are probably soldered to the case. If you whack it on a door jamb -- those may break free. So, you know, don't etc.

Talk Talk -- Spirit Of Eden

I'm trying not to visualize Un Chien Andalou. And failing!

They had me at "FEARTURES" on the spec sheet.

My wife's from St. Louis and now owes me dinner and ... you know. Really happy for the Sawks and the adopted home town!

One funny bit, from my very jocular South African dentist while fitting the rubber dam to isolate the tooth. "I'm just going to practice a bit of apartheid here, Mr. Clark, and then we'll go mining." Would have LOLed if I'd had less shit in my maw.

Yeah, if my mouth had been raped more often (with floss) I probably wouldn't have needed the root canal, Nate. But I am of British ancestry ...

Well, it's like this ...

Trade you the (N)MRI for my epic three-hour root canal, G-dawg. Feel and look as if someone punched me in the face. With intent!

The 1975 -- S/T

Onglet, washed down with Gigondas.

Endive and Roquefort salad. Washed down with Wandelinus.

Happy Birthday!

Sitting in Bill's Soho smashing a full English with extra bubble & squeak and extra baked beans. Because fuck it!