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If you can't fix it with a hammer and a roll of duck tape, it's not worth fixing at all, my old mate said minutes before that nasty business with the hammer and a roll of duck tape. Tell us of McGyver-like repairs and whether they were a brilliant success or a health and safety nightmare.
( , Thu 10 Mar 2011, 11:58)
If you can't fix it with a hammer and a roll of duck tape, it's not worth fixing at all, my old mate said minutes before that nasty business with the hammer and a roll of duck tape. Tell us of McGyver-like repairs and whether they were a brilliant success or a health and safety nightmare.
( , Thu 10 Mar 2011, 11:58)
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I refuse to get anything fixed if it can be bodged...
My washing machine: Must be thumped firmly, in a precise location, before it accepts the door is shut
My tuba case: Consists mostly of gaffer tape
My trumpet: Can only be tuned using an adjustable spanner and some cunning lever action
My piano: top octave only works if end of keyboard bound up with a cable, and tightened immediately before use. Some keys must be dextrously flicked upwards following playing to return them to their normal position.
My TV: must not ever be turned off completely or it takes considerable skill and patience to reanimate
My oven: has no outer door/handle and can only be operated with oven gloves. Also all markings worn off, so temperature set by guesswork.
The thing is, I'm not superwealthy or anything, but I could afford to replace all of these now, without getting near my overdraft. But coming from a poor background, it just goes against every fibre of my being to replace anything that can possibly be made to function. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is exactly WHY I could afford to replace them. A more normal person would've gone bankrupt years ago.
The best possible situation in life is to have more resources than your parents did. Life seems laughably easy.
EDIT: My god this sounds smug. It's not intended to be smug. It's a genuine tribute to the joys of bodging, and why it actually makes life better. Most of my life is actually rubbish...
( , Mon 14 Mar 2011, 13:53, 5 replies)
My washing machine: Must be thumped firmly, in a precise location, before it accepts the door is shut
My tuba case: Consists mostly of gaffer tape
My trumpet: Can only be tuned using an adjustable spanner and some cunning lever action
My piano: top octave only works if end of keyboard bound up with a cable, and tightened immediately before use. Some keys must be dextrously flicked upwards following playing to return them to their normal position.
My TV: must not ever be turned off completely or it takes considerable skill and patience to reanimate
My oven: has no outer door/handle and can only be operated with oven gloves. Also all markings worn off, so temperature set by guesswork.
The thing is, I'm not superwealthy or anything, but I could afford to replace all of these now, without getting near my overdraft. But coming from a poor background, it just goes against every fibre of my being to replace anything that can possibly be made to function. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is exactly WHY I could afford to replace them. A more normal person would've gone bankrupt years ago.
The best possible situation in life is to have more resources than your parents did. Life seems laughably easy.
EDIT: My god this sounds smug. It's not intended to be smug. It's a genuine tribute to the joys of bodging, and why it actually makes life better. Most of my life is actually rubbish...
( , Mon 14 Mar 2011, 13:53, 5 replies)
My first flat had an oven with no markings.
I baked a sugar thermometer and calibrated the dial with a marker pen.
( , Mon 14 Mar 2011, 15:21, closed)
I baked a sugar thermometer and calibrated the dial with a marker pen.
( , Mon 14 Mar 2011, 15:21, closed)
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