Category Archives: building

Blue Tuesday…

…nobody told me that yesterday was the most depressing day of the year. Personally I had a fine day doing manly buildery type antics and frollicking around with large timbers, concrete blocks and barrows full of cement. I’ll make more of an effort to be miserable today… I probably won’t surf today…. *sniff*

All done bar the grouting…

There is a reason that I’m not a plumber. It’s not that I can’t do it because I can – it’s hardly rocket science (that as we all know is the study of a jet-propulsion device that uses either solid or liquid propellants to provide the fuel and oxidizer needed for combustion. The hot gases [...]

A conversation, briefly…

Halfway through shovelling and barrowing a mountain of rubble and broken bricks from one end of a building site to another AD turned to me and said… ‘I love doing this shit…’ ‘Why’s that?’ I enquired, slightly bemused. ‘Well – I feel like I’m working hard…’ ‘Uh huh’ ‘It makes me sweat a lot…’ ‘Er [...]

Busman’s holiday…

It must be said that this week has been fine on the surfing front and to top it off every morning I’ve had the pleasure of laying concrete for the new shower block at Ollies campsite. I love a bit of concrete… Almagreira campsite has a communal thing going on – people get to stay [...]

On the one hand…

…I could go to work and get covered in cement and sawdust. Get hot and tired. Probably bruise my left elbow on a random rock and cut my little finger with a chisel. Lose my tape measure again and break a fingernail or two (I tell you – this building work plays havoc with your [...]

Been busy lately….?

…we started off with something like this… …did a bit of this… …and ended up with some stuff like this… You can find a few more photos on my flickr page. Quite tired now – I might go and have a snooze… Nuts – I forgot to fit the kitchen – back in a bit… [...]

My Babel fish has broken…

Being one of the few English people I know that has actually managed to get their mouths around any semblance of Portuguese I was most horrified to realise today that my mastery of the aforementioned lingo had completely evaporated. I was talking to the carpenter (giving him a slight roasting for making a few fundamental [...]

Reasons to be sacked – part 1

The Isle of Man – once described to me (by a Kipper) as 50,000 alcoholics clinging to a rock in the Irish sea. 10 years ago I took a team of builders, carpenters and sculptors to Douglas (the capital) to refurbish their council run nightclub ‘Captain Nemo’s Cave’. We were to cover the walls in [...]