Originally posted by teamsaint
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"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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Originally posted by Caliban View PostI personally don't want to make an inevitable appearance on surveillance cameras trying to lose computer discs in the river!
ah, so you had considered it ??
No CCTV on the Itchen though.
Not since the local kids nicked them.I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed or numbered. My life is my own.
I am not a number, I am a free man.
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Originally posted by teamsaint View Post
Damn, you saw through my plan.
No CCTV on the Itchen though.
Not since the local kids nicked them."...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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Originally posted by teamsaint View Post
ah, so you had considered it ??
Only since your initial post - had a mental image of self dropping computer discs in the river off Waterloo Bridge and blokes monitoring security cameras staring at their screens in dingy rooms, nudging each other and making phone calls....
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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Originally posted by Caliban View PostI was too quick for your edit...
Only since your initial post - had a mental image of self dropping computer discs in the river off Waterloo Bridge and blokes monitoring security cameras staring at their screens in dingy rooms, nudging each other and making phone calls....
Get writing,plenty of time looming.......I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed or numbered. My life is my own.
I am not a number, I am a free man.
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Originally posted by Don Petter View PostThat is a coping saw.
The top one is my coping saw, the lower one is the one I was using, definitely not a coping saw:
It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
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Don Petter
Originally posted by french frank View PostActually, that's not like the one I used, nor is it like my coping saw which has a deeper frame and a different way of adjusting the angle of the blade. The one I was using didn't have an adjustable blade.
The top one is my coping saw, the lower one is the one I was using, definitely not a coping saw:
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Originally posted by Don Petter View PostLooks like a standard craftsman's hacksaw (rather than garage mechanic's). Agree it was the right tool, definitely not a fretsaw, though.It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
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Originally posted by Bryn View PostFrenchie, do you happen to have, or have access to, a garden incinerator? If so, why not try popping the bent disc in there when its good and hot? That should do a pretty good job of demagnetising it.It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
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Originally posted by teamsaint View PostSounds like the plot of one of those TV series you enjoy....
Get writing,plenty of time looming.......
And "looming" isn't the word... "beckoning seductively" is closer to the mark"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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Originally posted by Caliban View PostI did happen to catch up with the latest episode of The Night Manager this evening !!
And "looming" isn't the word... "beckoning seductively" is closer to the mark
Bloody predictive text......
Anyway, back to Frenchie's frankly terrifying tool collection........I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed or numbered. My life is my own.
I am not a number, I am a free man.
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Originally posted by teamsaint View PostAnyway, back to Frenchie's frankly terrifying tool collection........
To transgenderise the lyrics of T. Waits Esq:
What's she building in there?
What the hell is she building
In there?
Now what's that sound from under the door?
She's pounding nails into a
Hardwood floor...
She has a router
And a table saw...
I heard she was up on the
Roof last night
Signalling with a flashlight.
And what's that tune she's
Always whistling...?
What's she building in there?
What's she building in there?
We have a right to know...
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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Originally posted by Caliban View Post
She has a router
And a table saw...
I also have a brass dovetail marker, a dovetail saw, a small silver cast iron shoulder plane (in its own box which I made), a handmade wooden mallet (never used because it looks too beautiful ), a Verniers gauge - just the usual things people have knocking around in their sheds …It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
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