And no, it's not the panelling, mate. This is something really more special, in its way.
See, yesterday, I'm afraid 'Johnny spent rather too long at the fair' ..... It's amazing what just three pints of Guinness, as a starter before his customary skin full at home, can do to a man ~ the next day!
Yeppers. I felt like shaking shit today! No fucking way was I attempting any sly mitre cuts of half inch moulding wood. I'd have hand sawn my own fucking finger off.
But, anyway; Dean O' called round last night. Shit was discussed. Beer was drunk. Questions were asked. And, as a result of the whole combination of that sort of shit; A small handful of rather big screws was given me.
Then I woke up, in my chair. And it was some time after seven A.M!
Never mind. Touching the 'delicate' panelling was out of the question. That Really needs me to focus. But, what was it Dean O' had told me last night? Fuck, yeah! I even remembered!
I also knew I had just about every tool and bit in the house. God knows, I'd had them Years! All I never had was Dean O's secret knowledge and the right sized screws, as prescribed by that knowledge. Now I had awoken an Initiate!
So, out came the SDS drill and the various bits and pieces. I had at it and ..... I dunno; Just seemed like ten minutes! Probably was, actually.
Rest of the hour or so would have just been me fussily brushing the thick, greenish years of accumulated dust off of my DVD, CD's, PS2 Games and many books.
Anyway, Voilla ....!
Yeppers. Shelves. 'Big Fucking Deal!', eh? Well, Yes, actually. If ye live in a two hundred year old fucking cottage made of big stones held together with sand and shit!
No fucking wall bricks and Portland Cement here. Hit a stone and ye laughing. Hit a 'joint'? Ye'd might as well try to screw to a fucking kiddies sand castle!
I've tried. Down the years? How I've tired. God almighty. Wrong screws. Wrong plugs. Wrong sized fucking holes to begin with. My Store Room's an avalanche waiting to happen, at the slightest touch.
But now? I can sort it! I Have The Power! DVD's, Games, CD's which, for Years have lain and sat in miserable piles on the floor and fuck knows where else around here ..... Well; Doesn't the photo say it?
Today, the DVD's. Next? The books! Then ....?
