Currently repairing this window in the oldest church in Byron. Quoted $300, it’s taken me $500 worth of labour to get it this far. Dunno why I don’t just join Handymen With No Borders and do every bloody job for nothin. The church belongs to the Anglican denomination, not that that matters to me, Australia’s greatest lapsed Catholic; or should I say collapsed Catholic.
Read MoreI’ve been bumbling along in this caper for a zillion years, possibly enough to qualify me as a ’Professional Handyman’, or is that an oxymoron? Regardless, it equates to megayears of making every mistake in the book. So when a client suggests ’Shove your screwdriver in there, that oughta fix it’, I can honestly reply, ‘Nah, tried that in 1937 and completely fucked the door’. Do these same dudes tell their dentist where to shove his needle?
Read MoreI borrowed a power saw from a builder mate. I’d never used one of these things before but tuition smuition, it looked pretty strait forward to me. How hard could it be? Push the button and you’re away.
Read MoreProfession often volunteers clues to that answer. I’m a problem solver, a repairer, a fixer. Also known as a handyman - Maintenance Mick to be precise. Career-wise, I’ve been extraordinarily successful. That’s the inevitable result when one sets the bar very low. Similarly, I’ve learnt to diarise only one task to complete each day… man, do I nail it. Consequently, my diary is comprised of about six pages.
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