DIY disasters
I 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.
( , Thu 3 Apr 2008, 17:19)
I 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.
( , Thu 3 Apr 2008, 17:19)
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Bricks all look the same from a distance....
The complete muppet who built my parents previous house didn't know what he was doing, he alledgedly learnt by watching the builders next door. Suffice to say that because bricks look pretty similar from 200yards he screwed up; my parents house ended up with external walls so soft that you needed a couple of 1/2" expanding bolts to support a hanging basket and internal walls that put most bank vaults to shame. My Dad decided to knock through from the bathroom to the toilet which with hindsight wasn't worth the effort. It took nearly a week to cut a door sized hole thanks to having to go to the doctors due to serious tennis elbow, burning out the switch on the angle grinder, burning through about a dozen angle grinder disks and having reshape a chisel that was so badly bastardised that the back of the handle started to shatter. In the end we called in a professional builder, who took best part of a day to remove the rest of it with a kango hammer.
( , Fri 4 Apr 2008, 0:08, Reply)
The complete muppet who built my parents previous house didn't know what he was doing, he alledgedly learnt by watching the builders next door. Suffice to say that because bricks look pretty similar from 200yards he screwed up; my parents house ended up with external walls so soft that you needed a couple of 1/2" expanding bolts to support a hanging basket and internal walls that put most bank vaults to shame. My Dad decided to knock through from the bathroom to the toilet which with hindsight wasn't worth the effort. It took nearly a week to cut a door sized hole thanks to having to go to the doctors due to serious tennis elbow, burning out the switch on the angle grinder, burning through about a dozen angle grinder disks and having reshape a chisel that was so badly bastardised that the back of the handle started to shatter. In the end we called in a professional builder, who took best part of a day to remove the rest of it with a kango hammer.
( , Fri 4 Apr 2008, 0:08, Reply)
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