Bookcase

My latest oeuvre, a little pine adjustable bookcase, seen here in the process of being oiled up with boiled linseed oil.

It almost certainly won't be used for storing books though. It's intended to accommodate some of Annette's knick-knack overflow, so that she has somewhere to keep the stuff she isn't displaying right at the moment.

I have still to install a catch for the cupboard door.

Recent scribbling

As you are probably aware by now, you can click on the pictures to see larger versions.

What could possibly go wrong?

That's just 80 kilos or so of mince in waiting. I don't really see this catching on.

But will it do the Kessel run in under 12 parsecs?

For the first time in my life, I have a car of my very own. And for almost the first time in my life, I'm driving a car to get myself from place to place. I've been a motorbike boy pretty much forever, but now that I'm getting geriatric, riding a bike in the freezing cold sleet and rain is a lot less appealing, and I also now have a need for more cargo capacity than a motorbike can provide.

It's an automatic 1995 Nissan Lucino (which is, as far as I can tell, just a foreign name for a Pulsar/Sentra).

Within 30 minutes of buying it, I had already smashed in the front left guard, owing to my extreme incompetence at reversing in anything other than a straight(ish) line. Fortunately, a replacement panel from the wreckers only cost about fifty bucks. Unfortunately, it's a different colour — about as different a colour as it would be possible to be. It's white, and I'm thinking that rather than try to match the existing paint I might just paint it plaid or paisley or something. Frankly, I very much doubt that it will be the last dent-replacement this car will have.

I've always been faintly (sometimes not-so-faintly) contemptuous of cars, calling them "street zeppelins" and the like. But I have to say, I'm rather enjoying driving this one.

Head

Graphite, A5.