Origin and a Little Bit of a Chat You know, sometimes I find myself just staring out of the workshop window, a mug of builders’ tea steaming gently in my hands, watching the world scurry by. It’s usually when a particularly tricky bit of soldering has just gone absolutely perfectly, or perhaps when I’m just waiting for a piece to cool. Those are the quiet moments, the ones where your mind wanders, and you start remembering all sorts of things. Just the other day, I was thinking about my old school pals, the ones who knew all my daft jokes and were always there for a giggle, come rain or shine. We’ve all drifted a bit now, as people do, but th...
