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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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CHCB's picture below of (presumably) a 'crap car on the way to Mongolia' reminded me of a story my mate Grant told me. He is an electronics technician, but also does a lot of car repairs. A friend of his came to him one day and asked him about how to repair a leaking petrol tank.

"Not a bother", said Grant. "Just empty it out, take it off the car, and look for the hole. You can then solder it up, and Bob's your uncle".

Satisfied with this advice, the bloke went away to try it.

Next day he came in, and complained to Grant that his technique was no good. "I couldn't get the tank to stay still when I was soldering it", he said. "It kept jumping around the garden".

Only then did Grant realise the problem. As an electronics tech, when he referred to soldering he was talking about using a soldering iron. Except that his mate was a plumber, and what do plumbers use to solder with?

Yup. A blowtorch.

So every time he'd put the blowtorch to the leaky bit, the petrol vapours inside the tank had ignited, and rocketed the tank away over the garden. He was extremely lucky that it didn't either blow up in his face, or at least burn him severely.

Nowadays, plastic fuel tanks have taken all the fun out of repairs though!
(, Tue 8 Apr 2008, 12:53, 2 replies)
Reminds me of
my mom's exploding rum cake.

One day she had to bring a dessert to a social function and had forgotten about it until that afternoon, so she hastily threw together a rum cake and went to shower and dress. As she was getting dressed she heard a WHUMP. Going to the kitchen she found the door to the electric oven standing open. Puzzled, she closed it and went to continue getting dressed, and heard another WHUMP.

It turned out that in her haste she had doused the cake with Bacardi 151 instead of normal rum. But it was well received!
(, Tue 8 Apr 2008, 13:31, closed)
Oh!
I didn't notice this story earlier.
I like it though!
*clicks*
(, Tue 8 Apr 2008, 14:20, closed)

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