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I remember we men in the 70s signing parts of the work we'd made as a team with a soft pencil and doing it somewhere discreetly. Whether you spell it with an 'S' or a 'Z' is of little consequence, that simply gives the

...demands a precision we might find intimidating. We shouldn't. Though it's hard to define what levels of accuracy we actually achieve in our hand work, we are always striving for a precision that's not dialled in or programmed through a computer, work that defines

I can't really explain it, but waking up in a bed you made from rough boards and seeing other pieces complimenting the room that you made with the same ten, possibly fifteen ordinary hand tools gives you a remarkable feeling. I've designed and made furniture to

Just a quick scribble to say thank you all for such kind comments here. I am still on a bit of a cloud. I have learned that even negative things in your life can ultimately train you for good that comes later when you least expect it. Being told at

It's a day like any other, but not really. It may have started the same, first my bike ride which lasts a half hour, sometimes more. Still, it's 5.30 A.M. as I tread the pedals on the cycle path. I always cook my breakfast,

I bought a suit recently. No, it's not denim, although had I had time I might have considered one being made to fit. Finding a tailor to make it might be a different matter, not an easy one. Suits are not generally my world. In fact, where I

It's just a hammer. Nothing special, just a 20 ounce Stanley claw hammer made in England and bought by me for £1, which was almost two days pay for me back in March 1965 when I bought it new. The hickory shaft is still the original, the hammer