Unfinished Project [Part Two] Getting There.

busy week again, up at five, go to work, come home, walk the dogs, shower and shave and out to race headquarters, or the shed as we call it and blind into action, shaped the lovely little seat unit over two nights, hacksaw blade, [24tpi blade], held in a piece of rag and file to shape, takes ages, had radio four on, strange, can't listen to music while i'm working, dangerous moans, 'what the fuck we listening to?', i was working in my cammo shorts and sailor jerry converse hi-tops, glass fibre filings rubbing my feet to shreds, mrs b bollocking me for not coming in for my tea again, 'it's wrecked now, dry as a bone you nob, you going to be out there all night?', looks good though don't it?