It’s all in the wrist

Neil and I saw the Mastercrafts episode on green wood craft last night. It was really lovely to see people pushing themselves to acquire a new and very cool skill (Neil didn’t have anything too troll-like to say, which is an indicator of a good production).

I’d love to say that I’d like to go on one of these programmes to learn something new, but given that these first three novices had already proven some competence with woodworking — either as a hobby or profession — I believe I’m a bit fucked. I can barely look after myself in a world filled with modern conveniences. I’m ridiculously accident-prone. And I don’t think being able to sew sock monkeys and crochet ducks are skills that would be highly prized when The Shit Hits The Fan and we end up in some Dark Angel-like dystopia.

In other words, if the apocalypse is comes and there are a finite number of people you can save to re-populate the human race, I would advise against selecting me.

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