The cost of an Irish Currach...
Through the nail, out the other side of the thumb... ouch. Ah well, I forgot how much fun it is to work in an unheated workshop... with woods to which all humans are alergic (Alaskan Ceder... ) if you are good I will show you my ceder rash... :)
posted by Lorcan @ 5:28 PM
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She's shaping up well, Lor. Try and stay attached to most of your digits, mate; I'm told you musicians need 'em! All the best, Greg 'Skipjack' Dunn.
I remember an old Master of mine back in school telling me about a job he had once under a cantankerous old git of a man at a grammar school...
As was the fashion, all the schools were stripping out the science labs and replacing the old wooden benches with shiney new lamenated chip-board ones.
And all the carpenters saw the skip-loads of decent Iroko being thrown away, and salvaged it for the stores.... quick pass through the joiner and 5 decades of graffitos and ink-blots and bunsen burns are nothing but a memory...
Anyway, said Git was deciding to make himself up a nice new kitchen out of the stuff, and was doing the large parts of the work in the school shops before taking home for final assembly and happy-wife-making...
And sanding away as he did, with the dust extractors on like a wise old grump, the extractors blew all the fine Iroko dust into my ol' masters room through a vent! poor man's throat swole up so big he could hardly breathe for a week!
Utterly dismayed he was to see our own stores being filled up with the same accursed stuff!
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