The bells, the bells
Last year it was decided that we would have a new bathroom suite. The one that was in was the original one from when the house was built in the early 70's. All went well until i tried to take the bath out. It disconnected fine, but i just couldn't budge it. It didn't help that the walls actually got slightly narrower going away from the bath, and it was a REALLY tight fit anyway.

Either it had been installed by Dwarf Ninja Plumbing Services (and Sons) or the walls were put up after it had been installed.

Time to hit the toolkit.

WD40 - didn't help, not even the second 'emergency' can

Duct Tape - wouldn't stick anywhere, as the bath was covered in WD40

The Saw - couldn't even make a start.

That is when i knew i had to use the final item i had in it- the DAD PHONE.

One quick dial later and he imparted the wise advice ' It'll be cast iron. You need to twat it as hard as you can with a sledgehammer to smash it'.

A few minutes later i had my sledgehammer in hand and took his advice......in a room roughly 8' x 6' i hit what was basically an upside down cast iron BELL as hard as i could.

DOOOOIIIIIINNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGG

Holy shit - i was deaf. Not only that, but it hadn't even marked it!!!!

Still, there is a limit to how deaf you can be before any more makes no difference. I was nearly at the limit, so i hit it again...and again....and again.

Eventually it cracked, just before i did, and i was able to break it into small bits and take it down the scrapyard. I got about a fair few quid for it, as it weighed 18 stone . No wonder it never seemed to creak when you filled it with water.

Took 3 days before the ringing noise went.
(turtles head is touching cloth poked a dwarf on the forehead at, Tue 8 Apr 2008, 17:11, 2 replies)

Fathers are not to be trusted.
I'm a dad. I know of what I speak.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Tue 8 Apr 2008, 17:40, closed)

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There is something really satisfying about doing that job isn't there?
I ended up round the front of my house (in full view of a main road) wearing an old crash helmet to deaden the noise smacking hell out of it till it finally gave in and broke in to moveable pieces.
(cmouse is pondering about life in other jobs, Tue 8 Apr 2008, 19:02, closed)