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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Reminds me slightly of my last attempt to bake:
It was only the second time I'd tried to make a Victoria Sponge, and I'd got it right the first time.
About 5 minutes before it was done, one of my friends rang. Four minutes into conversation, I remember the cake. My sister was in the house, so I asked her to take it out of the oven while I carried on talking.
Not thirty seconds later: "Crow, it's not done yet."
"Well, just leave it on the cooling rack and I'll take a look in a minute."
I just wish she'd think a bit more sometimes before following instructions blindly. When she said it "wasn't done yet," she meant "the middle is just a big column of goo."
Lo and behold, I wandered downstairs, still on the phone, to find a victoria sponge, balanced precariously half-on, half-off the rack, with a soggy pile of goo seeping out of the middle. I returned my attention to the telephone:
"Can I call you back in a minute?"
"Is everything alright? What are you doing there, anyway?"
"Making my own birthday cake."
( , Fri 4 Apr 2008, 10:26, Reply)
It was only the second time I'd tried to make a Victoria Sponge, and I'd got it right the first time.
About 5 minutes before it was done, one of my friends rang. Four minutes into conversation, I remember the cake. My sister was in the house, so I asked her to take it out of the oven while I carried on talking.
Not thirty seconds later: "Crow, it's not done yet."
"Well, just leave it on the cooling rack and I'll take a look in a minute."
I just wish she'd think a bit more sometimes before following instructions blindly. When she said it "wasn't done yet," she meant "the middle is just a big column of goo."
Lo and behold, I wandered downstairs, still on the phone, to find a victoria sponge, balanced precariously half-on, half-off the rack, with a soggy pile of goo seeping out of the middle. I returned my attention to the telephone:
"Can I call you back in a minute?"
"Is everything alright? What are you doing there, anyway?"
"Making my own birthday cake."
( , Fri 4 Apr 2008, 10:26, Reply)
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