Sunday, January 17, 2010

I am good at taking things apart. I am not a plumber.

I should be made to write the title to this blog at least a thousand times. But the fact that I lost two hours of my life on Friday night that I can never hope to recover should be enough punishment in this instance.

The Crime: Thinking that I could fix the leak on the kitchen sink faucet. I did an excellent job of taking that bitch down. But two hours later, I couldnt for the life of me put it all back in a manner consistent with good manufacturing practices. F@#king faucet! And poor stupid f@#king me! This one is going to cost you lad. And it has. $1500 and counting so far.

On reflection (and in-between the swearing) it would appear that my life has been a tireless routine of deconstruction (A favorite toy. An electronic device. A person's psyche.) and abject failure each and every time I have tried to put it back together again. I suppose that some people never learn.

Lets hope that Delta lives up to its promise of being 'guaranteed for life'. And that maybe, just maybe, somebody would hide my toolbox away before I attempt something this stupid again.


  1. awwwww! sorry George but I think most men suffer from the delusion that they are handymen. You're not alone!

  2. Thanks Ash. Times like these remind me that I should really pay people to get these things done. Also startlingly that my swearing skills are in serious need of practice. F@#king Faucet was probably the only 'sensible' thing to come out of my mouth that night. Stupid me. :(