Morning here,
This reminds me of the story of the miserable guy who every day on the railway platform weighed himself the scale also made passing remarks, one day the fella thought I am going to fool, beat, shame this hunk of iron so he stood as usual plonked his money in and the machine said you are 5 ft 8 inches tall , you weigh precisely 11 stone and youre catching the 8.15 to Liverpool. Ill fix this he said and tried numerous things like adding a heavy suitcase, the machine said one at a time please. Next and so on finally after ages and ages he went back to normal and said you are 5 ft 8 inches tall, you weigh a little less than 11 stone and for stuffing around with this machine you have missed the 8.15 to Liverpool.
In the 70,s as an Alderman on a City Council it was common for a stiff debate much angst wasted time on a petty kerb restoration when the major budget came up everyone said I defer to the presenter, his qualifications, his knowledge pass the damn thing.
Here we are in this day and age making a pen playing with uneasy objects etc to save a pound devoted to cutting someones price for machines, searching for the Shangrila in Pen Presses, Chisels etc.
My pen press is a one ton bearing press Modified (horror) in seven ways placed at eye height ever there ready to go, does the job saves me missing the train to Liverpool. Show us your pens.
Mind you?
Nevermind have fun play amongst yourselves as my Mum would say.
Works for me kind regards Peter.