Certainly not a new thing, he is not the first cutler, to buy his parts from Wright's. Nothing wrong with that, so long as there's honesty, it makes perfect sense. The blades are stamped out from a strip using an ancient press, with the tang stamps being applied in the same way. It's not a question of Mr May stamping the blades out using a die, Wright's do the work, but there's still plenty to do to make a finished knife
Who knows Sid, I learned many years ago, that unless I am there in the workshop in Sheffield, I really don't know what's going on, but I hope that is the case
Piecework has always been central to the Sheffield pocket knife trade. Even in the heyday of big firms like Joseph Rodgers, most of their cutlers were self-employed. One of the reasons the trade never really mechanised is that labour was so cheap.
That is very true Sid, it's a shame Wright's can't pay more attention to it
I hope you get a good oneLooking forward to seeing it
All great points! Happy to see all those dies for standard blade blanks. And those old machines are awesome too. Barrel makers in the USA that build the best barrels, whether for Benchrest, Palma, or other shooting, they generally use Pratt and Whitney machines made before I was born (and I'm not that young either!).
Looking forward to what shows up in my inbox from Michael next week regarding my steel options so we can get started. Still struggling a little with the scale choice with all the awesome Lambfoot pictures! Rams Horn or one of those awesome woods ... Cherry ... Ambonya (sp?) ...
....almost as good as a bourbon on the rocks.
Enjoy the sunshine my friend, beautiful Lamb there 
He's a nice guy, but for a man in his 40's, he has the mind of a child! 
He asked me if I would go in the week, and while I thought it would be fun, I felt kind of obligated. When I saw the weather this morning, I thought they might cancel the game, and he still hadn't let me know where they were playing, so I sent him a text. I also had another couple of things to do today, so I needed to make arrangments with the other people. I got a reply from Stephane, my neighbour, a couple of hours later, saying that the match started at 1pm, so we could go "there" together. I got ready for the cold and wet weather, and rang him at 12.30pm, to see if I should go round. He told me he wasn't at home, but had gone to "buy meat"! He said he could meet me on the main road, and seemed surprised when I asked whereabouts on the (2 mile long) main road! Stephane asked me to meet him outside a particular shop, next to Charlie's cafe, at 1pm, but as it was raining hard, I thought the cafe itself would be a better place to meet, so I offered to buy him a coffee. He said we could have a coffee "after", clearly missing the point, so I got my umbrella, and walked down to Charlie's. I had a coffee and a muffin, and kept an eye out for Stephane, and at just before 1pm, I went and stood outside. I rang Stephane, who told me he would be there in "one minute". Twenty-five minutes later, I was still standing there, so I gave up, and came home. I've still never heard from him, so maybe he forgot about it altogether! 
Fortunately, my brewer mate, another Matt, isn't coming over until early evening, so I can get something to eat, and then head out to see him 
And a stunning Lambsfoot 
But I got a taxi going out, and my mate gave me a lift home 
