It’s no mystery what happened here. This is the old, old Revell Lancaster. The 1966 model. I happen to like this kit, and I wanted to use the kit decals.
Those decals were as old as the kit and they failed with a kind of fatalism that defies my ability to vilify it. They just crumbled. So I had to fish around in the stash for more decals, and I found some, these are them.
I’ll be damned if I’m going to pay for some expensive decals to mark up my old, old, old Lancaster when I have some perfectly usable decals from an old FROG kit from years ago.
No way am I springing for fancy decals. The FROG decals are just amazing. Once again proving that decals DO NOT HAVE TO SUCK. I’m disappointed in the Revell decals, but with every passing day some small bit of brick or mortar from the crumbling facade of my cathedral of Revell must fall to the sidewalk below.
When I was a child, I had a fever. My head felt just like a big balloon. I believed in Revell and Revell was as true to me as any lover since. But with time comes decay, and so it is for my dear old friend, Revell.
Most of those old Revell kits were awful. But not the Lancaster. The Lancaster is glorious. It’s the Russian rocket motor of plastic kits.