Finally giving up the ghost

Gah, my camping stove has finally broken. My parents used to use it when I was little; I have a memory of mum cooking bacon rolls in the back of a 1972 Saab estate, and it could be older than me. Sadly, years of abuse and neglect have caught up with it, and it failed to work today as I was checking it out before packing for holidays. Replacements scoped out on the Internet. Of course, I have a full gas canister, so it'll have to match.