Tuesday, 20 November 2012


3 1/2" ratchet kit featuring a fine tooth ratchet mechanism with reverse lever and thumb wheel for quick rotation and control in tight spots complete with nine of your favourite bits all in a Nylon case at a meagre 103g.

I'm a sucker for this kind of stuff.

Sunday, 18 November 2012

The Shed of Earthly Delights

The Shed of Earthly Delights is a long way from finished but I could wait no longer. I've moved my bikes in even though there is still a significant water ingress situation. The walls are lined with the side panels from the old shed, I've lashed up the floor with a couple of coats of paint, built a sturdy work bench (again from the remnants of timber from the old shed) and can now start to move my tools in. It's over twice the size of the old shed and feels luxurious in comparison. No doubt I'll fill it with clutter in short order but so far it's perfect. Once the electrics are sorted it will be time for shed beers although that may take a while as electricians seem to be quite hard to get hold of round these parts. The old shed is dead, long live the new shed.

Thursday, 8 November 2012

White and Black

Jack White, Blackpool.

For my liking, Blackpools faded grandeur has been too well hidden behind the tacky signs of variety shows and merchants of tat. There are all speeds of fast food from the quickstep to the mad dash and none of it anything more than average fodder.

Stepping in from the outside and it's less easy to hide the original decor, which is sometimes quite outstanding; deco mixed with Louis XIIII. The resin reproduction of a Spanish galleon was amusing to say the least although I did shudder a little to think what they ripped out to install it.

We tunnelled deeper to find our place within the throng of the faithful, the youthful, impatient crowd weened on festivals and keen to bring that discipline to this venue. The repeated barging forward and patticake dancing were not really to my taste but then, in my early years, I was schooled in dancing that bruised and often drew blood. Barring that, Mr White was amazing. I confess that I don't get everything that he does but I have to say that I loved every minute. He let the music do the talking and played the crowd with diverse dynamics. It surprised me that he didn't banter more and play more solos but that only occurred to me afterwards. The show was pure music and was spectacular.