On Saturday, I was shopping for a hammer. I looked at a few, together with my son. I noted that one had a leather handle, and that it probably wasn’t what I was looking for.
Master Hughes:
Buy a sledgehammer.
Me:
I don’t need a sledgehammer.
Master Hughes:
I want a sledgehammer.
Me:
Whatever do you want a sledgehammer for?
Master […]
Apparently, we have our very own day. Today.
Inigo Montoya:
I admit it, you are better than I am.
Man in Black:
Then why are you smiling?
Inigo Montoya:
Because I know something you don’t know.
Man in Black:
And what is that?
Inigo Montoya:
I… am not left-handed.
[Moves his sword to his right hand and gains an advantage]
Man in […]
Now that school has ended for the summer, and marking exams has all-but ended, I have some seven weeks to fill with interesting activity. It looks as if I will have to become interested in painting because that is what is thrust upon me, along with all the other handy-man activities that need doing.
In preparation […]
This lovely little thing came in the post today. It’s a pen made entirely of metal. Actually, it’s not a pen - there is no ink, and no lead - it’s a stylus; the metal is deposited on the paper, like in the antique silverpoint technique.
I showed my son my new curiosity. The stylus […]
This may well be my favourite clip evar!
Here’s a good reason for living elsewhere.
It’s a tough job — staying for a couple of nights at a remote hotel, talking to people for three whole days about stuff that affects us all, eating meals and drinking beer with these people, getting kicked out of the restaurant for drinking beer not bought at hotel prices (what can I say? I’m […]
Rognan. In the hotel in the centre of the picture. I travel home again tomorrow afternoon. Zoom the map out to see how isolated Rognan is.
We have a gale blowing at the moment, which means the wind-chill is quite severe. The effective temperature is -35°C. Despite my sitting inside, not 3m from the paraffin heater that usually heats the whole house, and which is now turned up full blast, I am cold. My fingers are cold, and my toes are […]
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