Thursday, June 16, 2011

My Dad's built a canoe. Has yours? Didn't think so.

Impressive, eh?

Sadly, the DIY gene seems to have skipped my generation. In fact, if you ask me, it’s skipped the entire writing profession.

You see, we writers are fragile creatures. Our delicate hands aren't meant for lashing things together with twine or cutting polyboard with a scalpel.

I’ve written before about how art directors tend to have better dress sense than writers. I think the same is true of them being more practical. They’re always fitting a new bathroom, or building an extension onto their house. Or cave.

Yet, have you ever known a writer who can hammer a nail?

Apart from my dad of course, who can write copy AND make stuff.

And he could take your dad with one bicep tied behind his back.

Happy Father’s Day Dad!

P.S. I deliberately posted this early to remind you morons to GO OUT AND BUY A CARD NOW!


  1. Blimey! It makes the sort of woodwork that I do, look a bit duff.
    Of course, I am only rebuilding a bathroom...

  2. You can now borrow that when you're up Freelance Sh*t Creek!
    ....Oh hang on, that's something about paddles isn't it?

    Has he made any paddles?