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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When I were a lad
Holidays? Living in God's Own Country, every day was a holiday. Ahem. Especially when it snowed. In June.
Our first foreign jaunt involved an introduction to French plumbing, horse steaks, and meat cooked (contradiction?) blue. Oh, and my Grand-Dad semi-drowned.
On the bright side, it did mean a longer holiday as he was in whatever the French is for Intensive Care, so I was in Abbeville for Bastille Day and could watch the local urchins throwing fireworks under moving cars.
( , Tue 8 Apr 2008, 15:33, Reply)
Holidays? Living in God's Own Country, every day was a holiday. Ahem. Especially when it snowed. In June.
Our first foreign jaunt involved an introduction to French plumbing, horse steaks, and meat cooked (contradiction?) blue. Oh, and my Grand-Dad semi-drowned.
On the bright side, it did mean a longer holiday as he was in whatever the French is for Intensive Care, so I was in Abbeville for Bastille Day and could watch the local urchins throwing fireworks under moving cars.
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