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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Digger disaster
Working in France, labouring in a mountain village during the off-season, a mate and I were working on a chalet for a retired RAF pilot. We had a smallish digger to excavate him a car park, and had borrowed a Toyota Hilux ute (like they tried to kill on Top Gear) to cart the spare digger buckets along to the building site.
We hooked the spare bucket up to the digger, with my mate driving the wee thing and me in the ute. Off I drove then...until being brought up short a split second later. My mate hadn't realised I was about to drive away and hadn't lifted the arm - ripping the tailgate of the ute clean off.
We looked at each other sheepishly, before deciding honesty was the best policy and confessing all to the ute's owner. The rest of the job went fine, but every time I saw that busted Hilux cruising around town I felt a pang of guilt.
Cherry popped...
( , Wed 9 Apr 2008, 3:58, Reply)
Working in France, labouring in a mountain village during the off-season, a mate and I were working on a chalet for a retired RAF pilot. We had a smallish digger to excavate him a car park, and had borrowed a Toyota Hilux ute (like they tried to kill on Top Gear) to cart the spare digger buckets along to the building site.
We hooked the spare bucket up to the digger, with my mate driving the wee thing and me in the ute. Off I drove then...until being brought up short a split second later. My mate hadn't realised I was about to drive away and hadn't lifted the arm - ripping the tailgate of the ute clean off.
We looked at each other sheepishly, before deciding honesty was the best policy and confessing all to the ute's owner. The rest of the job went fine, but every time I saw that busted Hilux cruising around town I felt a pang of guilt.
Cherry popped...
( , Wed 9 Apr 2008, 3:58, Reply)
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