Shedonism

There is nothing more essential to the British way of life, than a man’s right to tinker in his shed.


This is my shed. There are many like it, but this one is mine.

Without me, my shed is useless. Without my shed, I am useless.

But, face it, I’m useless anyway.

So, what occurs in the shed?

Well, in winter, not a lot. but in summer I sit out there in my battered chair, smoking my Inventing Pipe while wearing my Inventing Hat. Drinking Brown Ale.

 

 

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.