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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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When we first got a house together
Me and Mrs SLVA were church-mouse skint. We'd rustle up a few quid each month to buy wallpaper and do each room. The downstairs toilet, being the smallest and therefore cheapest in materials was done first.
I'd never hung wallpaper before and it showed. I assumed the corner of the room was vertical (it wasn't because it was a council house) and used that as a guide. I never thought to make a plumb-bob to check if it was vertical, and fabricated a spirit level from a small box and a jug of water like some sort of bronze age tomb builder. One that got the boot by lunchtime.
Rather than working around the room, I did one wall, then the opposite wall. It all didn't line up properly at all. Still, it was my first time. I knocked a nail in and hung a mirror.
Later that day, I went for a pee. I finished up, turned around and nearly fell over. The vertical stripe not lining up with the door frame, or the mirror, or the string on the light switch fucked with my sense of balance and I felt like I was in one of those funhouse rooms with wonky walls.
I hurried out of there as it was making me feel rather disorientated.
( , Mon 14 Mar 2011, 15:39, 1 reply)
Me and Mrs SLVA were church-mouse skint. We'd rustle up a few quid each month to buy wallpaper and do each room. The downstairs toilet, being the smallest and therefore cheapest in materials was done first.
I'd never hung wallpaper before and it showed. I assumed the corner of the room was vertical (it wasn't because it was a council house) and used that as a guide. I never thought to make a plumb-bob to check if it was vertical, and fabricated a spirit level from a small box and a jug of water like some sort of bronze age tomb builder. One that got the boot by lunchtime.
Rather than working around the room, I did one wall, then the opposite wall. It all didn't line up properly at all. Still, it was my first time. I knocked a nail in and hung a mirror.
Later that day, I went for a pee. I finished up, turned around and nearly fell over. The vertical stripe not lining up with the door frame, or the mirror, or the string on the light switch fucked with my sense of balance and I felt like I was in one of those funhouse rooms with wonky walls.
I hurried out of there as it was making me feel rather disorientated.
( , Mon 14 Mar 2011, 15:39, 1 reply)
Diggin' it!
I know the feeling cos i encounter the not-plumb/level/square/true/normal-too/parallel/bobbity-spot all too often during my somewhat autistic time here on planet3.
The variation of angles and intersections you can end up with when building or altering a house are fucking endless. It jumps out and shouts at me, does that there skew-wiffiness, so it does.
As a teenager there was a particular school science room that gave me migraines and vertigo because of the way the ceiling slopes downwards along both walls towards the right-hand corner above the blackboards. I was back there for an evening class 18months ago and it's still zackly the same. Wonder how many other poor souls have suffered over the years...
( , Mon 14 Mar 2011, 16:30, closed)
I know the feeling cos i encounter the not-plumb/level/square/true/normal-too/parallel/bobbity-spot all too often during my somewhat autistic time here on planet3.
The variation of angles and intersections you can end up with when building or altering a house are fucking endless. It jumps out and shouts at me, does that there skew-wiffiness, so it does.
As a teenager there was a particular school science room that gave me migraines and vertigo because of the way the ceiling slopes downwards along both walls towards the right-hand corner above the blackboards. I was back there for an evening class 18months ago and it's still zackly the same. Wonder how many other poor souls have suffered over the years...
( , Mon 14 Mar 2011, 16:30, closed)
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