Don’t say nothing.

I am one of the 11 million people that bought a car from VW that transpired to be significantly more polluting than advertised. In fact, my car produces up to 40 times the Nitrogen Oxide (NOx) their "Clean Diesel" cars claimed to emit! Forty frickin times!!! They achieved this Machiavellian feat with their ingenious and now... Continue Reading →

A little charm can go a long way.

Here is a rather funny illustration of human resilience; the handle of the dishwasher at Sugru HQ had broken off and everyone intuitively worked around the problem. The missing handle did not mean the dishwasher was no longer useful, it simply meant that another means of opening the door was required and everyone instinctively grabbed... Continue Reading →

Zory’s sewing machine.

Every couple of months Christopher RÆBURN opens up his studio on a Saturday for his customers to bring along their damaged RÆBURN items so his team can fix them. For free! It's a fantastic commitment but it's not what I want to write about, no sir, I want to write about the masking tape I noticed... Continue Reading →

Broadway market bodge.

I'm a fan of the fruit and veg display at the London Fields end of the vibrant Broadway Market in East London, not least because it's much nicer than the vinyl posters that are often applied to the windows of these convenience stores advertising booze while concealing the backs of fridges and shelves that are... Continue Reading →

One loose bolt.

As I stood obediently in line behind this barrier I was quietly amused by the two chrome poles arrested in a state of freefall. The once imperial red velvet rope hanging on for dear life between them. Out of idle curiosity I gently nudged one pole and watched as it lazily fell away from me. I... Continue Reading →

Fixing IKEA.

I spotted this IKEA clothes rail dumped outside some flats near my home. The tape around the joints suggested that someone had tried to fix it already but had given up. Well now it's my turn 🙂 As it's illegal to just remove something from within the boundary walls of a property, I buzzed the... Continue Reading →

Broken. But not broken enough.

My wife and I both grew up on farms in Ireland and now live in London with our two young sons. Our little boys just love the outdoors and the animals not to mention the buzzing atmosphere and delicious food at Frizzante Cafe which has become a bit of a weekend ritual for us now.... Continue Reading →

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