Smashing Toilet Fun

At last. I have entered another phase in my life. No, not S&M, but DIY. And I feel good.

Below is a pic of me this Sat afternoon, when I chiselled off the tiles in my bathroom.

I've got into it late, and it may not go any further, but I rank this attempt at DIY along with other major steps in my life: urinating so high it reached the ceiling of the boys' toilets at St Margarets (I think girls did that in their toilets, as well), my First Holy Communion (er...), almost killing Stuart Hilliard with one well aimed punch (cough) after he flicked a bean at me, and many other milestones.

My already flat thumb is considerably flatter than before. This pic doesn't quite show up the serious damage I did in the name of DIY.

Any road, it wasn't all plain sailing. Oh no! I'm typing without the use of my right hand pointing finger cos I sliced into the tip with a piece of the cistern lid... which you'll see below smashed when I dropped my chisel onto it. But that's rock'n'roll DIY, as I see it.

If I can pass on one lesson to my other DIY-ing family (Nick, Les, and, er... Peter?): don't chisel off wall tiles in just your socks.

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PS. Does anyone want to be in my DIY club? We could meet and talk about tools... like a bunch of tools.

Sam