I'd like to listen to the radio and make things out of wood all day. That's what I want to do. And not have to talk to anyone or go to another bullshit management-speak meeting ever again.
I like wood. I've got old wooden tables, wooden boxes, bits and pieces from Brick Lane, secondhand shops, fleamarkets... I wish now I'd bought the wooden hatmakers' head covered in pins I saw in Colombia Road, it looked like a voodoo artefact or some spooky modern sculpture, but it weighed a ton.
It's pure fantasy though, despite the fact that I'm a cabinet maker's granddaughter, the last time I did any woodwork was in 1983, when I was 12. I'd just left a girl's school (due to family wranglings) and gone to the local mixed comprehensive.
The woodwork teacher was a big, bluff grey bloke, and I was a cack-handed clumsy ex-private schoolgirl. For some reason we got on like a house on fire. The project he set was making an ashtray - think about that - an ashtray, made out of wood. My ashtray was pretty rubbish, as I'm not so good with my hands. But but but... look what I found here. They need carpenters (and wheelwrights, and blacksmiths) and they offer bursaries.
Maybe there's a light at the end of the tunnel yet.
I'd like to make something like this too - as made by the Robots, in Brighton.
