Granddad the Handyman.
My Grandfather loved nothing more than spending hours in his shed making furniture and wooden toys. I'll never forget the day he proudly presented me with a solid wood carved aeroplane complete with detachable wings and tail. He'd painstakingly painted it with bright coloured livery and each window had a person in profile as if they were sat in their seats. The front window showed the Pilot and Co-pilot and the engines had little orange flames painted on them.

Unfortunately, as good as he was at making tables and stools, he couldn't carve an aeroplane shape to save his life and he certainly couldn't paint. It was fucking shit.
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Wed 8 Jun 2011, 11:02, 3 replies)

Although I should add
I do still own it, in it's mishappen garish glory some twenty years later and 10 since he died. I wouldn't part with it for anything.
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Wed 8 Jun 2011, 11:03, closed)

Picture?
Please
(amacupcake, Wed 8 Jun 2011, 11:09, closed)

I'd have to get it out of the loft
I won't part with it, but I'm not having the fucking thing on display anywhere.
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Wed 8 Jun 2011, 11:11, closed)