Scouse
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So I went to the car boot sale AGAIN this morning. The past few weeks I seem to have spent more time renovating the old tools I've bought on a Saturday morning, than actually making stuff with them.
I blame Jimi. Possibly Alf too.
I've never been one for a 'slope'. In the past, just got what I needed. In fact I have taken a certain vicarious pleasure observing you lot helplessly buying infill smoothers, old-steel chisels and perfect pattern screwdrivers, unable to stop yourselves going into a feeding frenzy at the mere mention of that word... 'Norris'. Mmm...
Things have changed. I keep getting up at 5.30 at weekends and buying stuff just because it looks cool, or old, or sad and lonely, or all of the above. This week it was a strip down for a couple of old wrenches and a rusty Eclipse 77. I needed neither.
Today, a Millers Falls 120A breast drill from 1935-44 , another type 13 Stanley No.4 , with a basket case blade I have already launched, and a saw , no name I can see yet, but flat brass split nuts and an intact nubbin on the end, so may be quite old; the handle has an elegant repair on the bottom, a strip of metal shaped and bent to look like it was meant to be there.
But at least they were woodworking tools. Next came a siezed solid North Bros. 130A Yankee screwdriver, and a couple of slide rules???!!!
None of these tools do I need. They just called to me. I heard them, their soft pensioner voices floating on the morning breeze, one foot in the grave, yet with the possibility of a panacea, a font of youth, A HOLY GRAIL NO LESS, in the form of a fat bloke with a beard. I need my bumps feeling. And not in a good way. :roll: :mrgreen:
I blame Jimi. Possibly Alf too.
I've never been one for a 'slope'. In the past, just got what I needed. In fact I have taken a certain vicarious pleasure observing you lot helplessly buying infill smoothers, old-steel chisels and perfect pattern screwdrivers, unable to stop yourselves going into a feeding frenzy at the mere mention of that word... 'Norris'. Mmm...
Things have changed. I keep getting up at 5.30 at weekends and buying stuff just because it looks cool, or old, or sad and lonely, or all of the above. This week it was a strip down for a couple of old wrenches and a rusty Eclipse 77. I needed neither.
Today, a Millers Falls 120A breast drill from 1935-44 , another type 13 Stanley No.4 , with a basket case blade I have already launched, and a saw , no name I can see yet, but flat brass split nuts and an intact nubbin on the end, so may be quite old; the handle has an elegant repair on the bottom, a strip of metal shaped and bent to look like it was meant to be there.
But at least they were woodworking tools. Next came a siezed solid North Bros. 130A Yankee screwdriver, and a couple of slide rules???!!!
None of these tools do I need. They just called to me. I heard them, their soft pensioner voices floating on the morning breeze, one foot in the grave, yet with the possibility of a panacea, a font of youth, A HOLY GRAIL NO LESS, in the form of a fat bloke with a beard. I need my bumps feeling. And not in a good way. :roll: :mrgreen: