Back in the early 60,sI was the proud owner of a sleek Norton Dommy 600,used to ride home from Middle wallop to warrington every chance I got,one of the pilot students sold me a Belstaff jacket and trousers,a bit oldfashioned stone age zips and studs,but it was dry and warm and smelled like sardines, but I kept it waxed and clean, it was the go to thing for winter carp and pike fishing,Iwas zee krazy tommy who haunted the hills and woods above Vogelsang hunting winter fox and Pine Marten with my trusty eagle owl Barney, but as usual I digress,in february 83 my boss sent us out to south africa to take part in the last huge elephant cull,our job was to catch out all the babies to ship back to zoos in europe,coming home to Hellenthal in the winter snow,my boxhead psychobitch wife, had once morehad a huge brainfart and decided to clean out my and I mean mykit room in the attic, so she called a 2nd hand dealer from roetgen he gladly took oodles of rods and fishing gear, my collection of blowpipes from all over the world,at that time I wasteaching the use of tranquiliser darts using blowpipes and guns for a Company called Telinject, these all went including my beloved Belstaff Suit and suits ang smocks,my hardy rods and reels you can see ondisplay today in an Aachen Hunting shop, so thats my waxcoat story, I have a tear in my eye as I write ,but I have the satisfaction of knowing that physcho bitches ashes are in an eggtimer on the mantle piece in my grandsons house in Minden