...By that I mean the hearty, adventurous Englishmen of the British Empire era, not the present-day sorry, disarmed serfs, slouching along under the "security" cameras that are now everywhere in Brit-cit. Kinda funny you can't own a Webley in England anymore, isn't it?
I had to pose holding the pith helmet, though, because it's too small. I have a deceptively large head. Can anyone find me an extra-large pith helmet? I'd even pay money for one!
I had to pose holding the pith helmet, though, because it's too small. I have a deceptively large head. Can anyone find me an extra-large pith helmet? I'd even pay money for one!
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A .455 Webley converted to .45 ACP was my first center fire gun. I put thousands of cast bullet full power handloads through it without any problems. The pressure on the head of the cartridge case pushes directly back on the frame. It is only bullet drag in the bore (far smaller, especially with well lubricated cast bullets) that stresses the latch.
I used a 50/50 mixture of Alox (a hydrocarbon grease with anti-rust and extreme pressure additives) and beeswax as bullet lube. With the M1 carbine, I shot 115 grain cast linotype alloy semi-wadcutter bullets (with copper gaschecks on their bases) without leaving any lead in the bore. Much to my surprise, they could punch through 3/16" mild steel!
this reminds me of what it meant to be english back in the times of mid 1800 and early 1900.
nowadays england is a shadow of its former self
illegal immigrants coming in at every turn.
above mentioned taking all our spare jobs.
yobs that would stab your grandmother for 25 pence.
and a prime minister who couldn't organise a piss up in a brewary let alone run a small country.
i can't stand living in my own homeland.
luckily there are a few escapes from it all
the quaint countryside.
a few safe places where you can have a drink with your friends without having your teeth smashed down your throat.
and a one way ticket to another country while sticking your arse against the passinger window to say farewell in style.
i want the old days i used to read about to return to us.
nowadays england is a shadow of its former self
illegal immigrants coming in at every turn.
above mentioned taking all our spare jobs.
yobs that would stab your grandmother for 25 pence.
and a prime minister who couldn't organise a piss up in a brewary let alone run a small country.
i can't stand living in my own homeland.
luckily there are a few escapes from it all
the quaint countryside.
a few safe places where you can have a drink with your friends without having your teeth smashed down your throat.
and a one way ticket to another country while sticking your arse against the passinger window to say farewell in style.
i want the old days i used to read about to return to us.
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