How to have fun with needle guns.

Last weekend me and the Leddermann Jan decided to attack the engine room bilges a bit more. The weekend was the very definition of ‘it’s a dirty job but someone’s got to do it’.
It was far too hot for overalls but for some inexplicable reason Jan decided to wear what started out as a white t-shirt. Takes all sorts I suppose. Seeing a very tall man cram himself into impossibly tight corners is strangely encouraging, clearly it’s all about technique (note the cushion). Seeing the same tall man turn into a nightmare vision of Marc Bolan is just plain funny. Mind you I’m not that sure about my own eyeliner effect. I think we enjoyed the experience, at least Jan didn’t become too sarcastic- his usual defence against exhaustion. But my wrists and lower back aren’t about to forgive me in a hurry. Ho hum, still not done with the damn needle guns. Grrr.