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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Unseless Workshy Cnut of a BuilderMore fool me, I gave up trying to convert my loft into a spare bedroom once I realised the amount of work involved. Instead, I paid for too much money to some bloke who said he was a builder, but subsequently turned out to be some chancing DIY-er who thought he could make a bit of money out of some gullible mug.
Apart from the fact that he demolished two bedroom walls by mistake, put the stairs in the wrong place and spent two days plastering a wall that led to a river of water flowing out of my front door, he was a lovely, lovely, totally plausible conman.
"What are you doing today?" I asked, leaving for work one morning.
"Laying flooring" he replied, pleased with the fact that we were finally getting somewhere.
I arrived home to find him jammed headfirst, halfway through one of the bedroom ceilings.
"See what you made me do?" he shrieked at me, "I thought you were a burglar!"
I know what you're going to ask: "How did you get him out?"
I didn't. He's still there.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Fri 4 Apr 2008, 10:02,
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*click*That's given me a delightfully surreal image to entertain me for the rest of the morning.
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god u stillfeed him dont ya?
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