There can’t be many blokes my age who didn’t have an Airfix model aeroplane hanging from their bedroom ceiling at some point during their childhood.
My guess is that, of those who did, most will have chosen a Spitfire over a Tornado or a Harrier jump jet – along with the obligatory Messerschmit ME 109.
Transforming those fragile bits of grey plastic into something vaguely resembling the fighter plane which saw off the Luftwaffe and turned the tide of the Battle of Britain was actually something of a challenge.
I recall I accidentally glued the cockpit hood on before realising I had forgotten to put the tiny pilot in his seat. A schoolboy error.
My painting wasn’t great, neither. It still looked pretty good hanging from the lightshade on a piece of black cotton, though.
After all, it was a Spitfire. Sleek lines, the curvature of those wings – one of the most iconic and important pieces of engineering the world has ever seen.
Perhaps not the one in my bedroom, like, but you take my point.
How proud I am – Indeed, how proud we should all be – to say that the man who designed this work of genius hailed from our neck of the woods.
Not only that, but our city is lucky enough to actually own one of Reginald Mitchell’s stunning creations.
As a youngster I remember visiting the ‘greenhouse’ which housed our Spitfire outside the Potteries Museum and Art Gallery.
In an age of simulators, jaw-dropping movie CGI, hand-held consoles and video games which are so life-like you have to pinch yourself, it is perhaps hard to explain to children and young people how an old aircraft can be impressive and inspirational.
This is worrying when you consider that there are millions of people in this country who have no link with anyone who lived through or fought in the Second World War.
When I was a kid we were still watching all those epic war movies made in the Sixties and Seventies.
Our grandfathers had fought against the Nazis. It all seemed relatively recent history and therefore still relevant.
Ask my mum and she’ll tell you how many hours I spent drawing pictures of battlefield scenes involving Tiger tanks and Lancaster bombers or playing on the back room carpet and in the garden with little toy soldiers who were my ‘Tommies’ and ‘Jerries’.
Present most children today with a pack of plastic soldiers and they will look at you as if you’ve gone daft.
The fact is it’s now almost 70 years since VE Day and the great generation who can remember those momentous times, and to whom we owe so much, are dying off.
Not long from now World War II, its commanders, battles and weaponry will be the stuff of dusty museums and the preserve of a minority of people like me who are fascinated by military history.
They will feel no more relevant to people in 30 years’ time than the Battle of Waterloo, the Iron Duke and the Baker rifle do to most people today.
Thankfully, we have an opportunity to ensure that here in Stoke-on-Trent, our Spitfire, along with its creator, are never forgotten and that the significance of their role in the fight against Hitler’s tyranny is properly explained to future generations.
Sadly, our plane – the Mk XVI Spitfire RW388 now housed at the Potteries Museum – is in need of a little TLC (about £50,000 worth to be precise) to prevent the old girl from rusting.
The Friends of The Museum have launched a major fund-raising drive to bring this amazing exhibit to life through an interactive display.
I wholeheartedly applaud this endeavour as I’ve felt for some time that our Spitfire is, at present, somewhat hidden away at the museum.
Indeed, when I visited the venue recently I talked with museum bosses about their plans to enhance one of their three unique attractions.
I even suggested they recreate the cockpit as part of the exhibition. Bugger Health and Safety concerns with the actual plane. I want to know what it was like to sit in a Spitfire.
During these austere times the city council was never going to throw £50,000 at conserving one museum exhibit.
Not to worry, I’m confident that we – the people of North Staffordshire – can come to the aid of our Spitfire in its hour of need.
I’ve made a donation to the appeal and I would urge everyone to support this very worthy cause.
If we all chuck in a couple of quid we’ll have the old girl scramble-ready before you know it.
I would suggest it’s the very least she, and Reginald Mitchell deserve, from their native city.
*To make a donation, visit: http://www.uk.virginmoneygiving.com/team/spitfire or call 01782 232502.
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