Tuesday, October 07, 2008

Model planes

I found a small model plane my son (now at university) had put together some years ago. A masterpiece of patient, beautiful craftsmanship. One of the wings had come off so I found some model glue and set about repairing it.

The tube of glue by contrast was the size of large pastry tubes. No matter how gently I depressed it, it would burp out a pint or so of clear viscous goo whose one instinct was to attach itself to some foreign object – a human finger, the living room drapes, the fur of a passing cat – and become infinitely long string. Any attempt to break the string results in the creation of more strings.

Within moments I became attached to hundreds of sagging strands, all connected to something that had nothing to do with the model aeroplane or the second world war. The only thing the glue wouldn’t stick to, interestingly, was a piece of plastic model; then it became just a slippery lubricant that allowed any two pieces of model to glide endlessly over each other, never drying.

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