I'm not in the least bit DIY minded.
And therefore, by society's standards, not a 'proper' man. I strongly believe that if you can afford to get someone to do it, then pay the buggers to do it - my time is precious enough, plus I'm helping the local economy in my own small way. Keep the small-time business alive, I say...

However, my mum's bloke of the time used to be a signwriter, and to my mum's evident displeasure would do this in the front room, and on the floor - it was a particularly big front room, about 20 feet long. Most of the signs he hand-painted were about 15 feet long, and there was a time when nearly every pub sign in Northumberland originated in our front room. Some of them are still there 20 years later. Outside the pubs, that is, not in our front room - that would be silly as the house was sold years ago.

An offshoot of this was tools and stuff being left about. Including, one day, a stanley knife. With the blade out. Which he knelt on crawling across the carpet to get a pencil...

Not long after that, he rented a garage for this activity...
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Thu 3 Apr 2008, 18:36, 4 replies)

May I just say ...
ouchie!

Bet that smarted!
(TheWeeWitch hasn't been here much recently .., Thu 3 Apr 2008, 18:38, closed)

You wouldn't believe
the amount of blood that the human kneecap contains...
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Thu 3 Apr 2008, 18:40, closed)

oh I would
I used to be a frequent flier at Casualty (as A&E was then called, not the dodgy TV show) and one time was after kneeling on broken glass at school sports day.

Took ages to heal.
(TheWeeWitch hasn't been here much recently .., Thu 3 Apr 2008, 18:42, closed)

^
*Winces*
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Fri 4 Apr 2008, 14:30, closed)