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I recently bought this watch online. It is claimed to be a Constellation of ca. 1960.

I removed the back, which is a Constellation screw back, and the 561 movement in it appears to be genuine and in good condition.

I am just not oo sure about the exterior, especially the dial. The numerals look a bit crude, there are no seconds on the dial, dial and hands are white instead of the more common gold, and there is no "Constellation" signature on the dial.

The sellers says he is certain this one is the genuine article, but I still have these niggling doubts. Has any one who knows a lot about Constellations seen this type of dial before, and would you believe it's genuine?

And if you're interested, here's a little help in spotting a Frankenwatch... just roll over the notes.

When you have a 1932 Pullman carriage almost to yourself, it's cosy inside and blustery outside, then one can be excused for spending four hours at lunch, no?

This one isn't going anywhere, but stands firmly behind the Black Bull in the Yorkshire Village of Moulton. It's been restored by the restaurants owners, complete with kitchen and vintage bathroom. On the trip to Brighton, they would serve a five-course meal in the hour it took to get there from Victoria. I believe today it takes longer to get to Brighton.

Has Trainspotting ever been better?

He's just come out of hospital, and you have to be geeeentle...

Hasselblad 500cm, 80mm Zeiss lens
Ilford Delta100.

Chiang Kong - Houay Xay Border Crossing: You get off the bus, get the passport stamped at Thai Immigration, pay 20Baht for this jolly boat ride over to Houay Xay. Across the river, they'll hand over some paperwork with a smile, and, 30 Dollars poorer, you cross a little road with a wooden table on it and emerge into the Houay Xay High Street. Border crossing can be fun.

you just know you're on holiday.

And finding an interiors magazine as cheap and as classy as 'myHome' then life can't really get any better.

Except, in half an hour I will have to drag myself away from the breakfast table and walk to the bus station. bet they don't have interior mags in Laos.