DIY disastersI just can't do power tools. They always fly out of control and end up embedded somewhere they shouldn't. I've no idea how I've still got all the appendages I was born with.
Add to that the fact that nothing ends up square, able to support weight or free of sticking-out sharp bits and you can see why I try to avoid DIY.
Tell us of your own DIY disasters.
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chthonic, Thu 3 Apr 2008, 17:19)
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My girlfriend was saved by a shit computerI put up some shelves in our home office - the mechanno sort where you nail a few runners to the wall and then slot in the supports for the shelves.
The shelves were very fucking load-bearing - boxes of books, magazines, photos - that sort of crap - about 18 A3 boxes of the fuckers - each one weighing about a stone.
Now, our computer at the time was on it's last legs. We'd loaded up Creative Suite, which had quite frankly completely fucked any chance of doing any multi-tasking on it, and any sensible programs lidderally took about 5 minutes to load We soon realised that the method to operate the machine was to double-click on the icon, and to go and make and enjoy a cup of tea, and when one came back it would be dressed and ready to play.
One day The Wife (TM) was home alone, and working on her portfolio.
Having done the most of it in InDesign, she opened tatty chop, and went for her tea. Just as she was about to come back, the entire shelving unit came crashing to the floor, killing our computer, smashing our computer desk, and ripping holes of several inches into the wall.
There is absolutely no doubt that had she been under those shelves at the very least she'd be eating through a straw today.
And thus single, obviously.
You love me for my length.
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Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 3 Apr 2008, 19:23,
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Are youAmerican?
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