"Carl's Lounge" (Off-Topic Discussion, Traditional Knife "Tales & Vignettes")

Carl there's an Irish Pub here called The Green Man Ale House that even though I don't drink have some of the best traditional Irish food I've ever had the pleasure to eat and have great Irish bands that play there. I will be spending St. Paddy's Day there with my lovely bride it's always a great time.
 
Sorry to hear about your St. Patrick's Day dilemma, Carl! :(
But at least we can all celebrate Pi Day today! Hope you've all had a happy one! :D:thumbup:
May I have a large container of coffee, cream and sugar optional? Chocolate cookies desirable too, I'd say.
(Think about it...)

- GT
 
Sorry to hear about your St. Patrick's Day dilemma, Carl! :(
But at least we can all celebrate Pi Day today! Hope you've all had a happy one! :D:thumbup:
May I have a large container of coffee, cream and sugar optional? Chocolate cookies desirable too, I'd say.
(Think about it...)

- GT

Hope you had a nice PI Day GT.

Harry
 
Hey guys,
I didn't want to start a new thread but I thought I'd ask here.
Is there any good books, generally available ones, about slipjoints in general? I am not looking anything brand specific, just something to browse and pass time or carry around in my manpurse and read while on breaks at work etc etc..
 
This morning coming home from taking my girls to school there was a flock of wild turkey's crossing the road that stopped traffic for about 10 minutes. I counted and there were 14 of them. They were big and fat and taking their on time. I tried to take a picture with my phone but it did not come out. Made my day I do enjoy the wild life around here. Over the 30 some years I've lived here I have saw so many different animals from coons and possums to foxes, deer and black bears I just couldn't imagine living anywhere else.
 


Sad to see the slow gentrification of the town where I live ;)
 
Andover is pretty much the same Jack. We have nothing but fast food and coffee houses in the town centre, i dont know how people can afford to go in them!
 
Andover is pretty much the same Jack. We have nothing but fast food and coffee houses in the town centre, i dont know how people can afford to go in them!

Yes indeed Paul, all joking aside, the gentrification in Leeds is a lot faster than my photo implies :( :thumbup:
 
About 13 years ago i was contacted by a foundry in Hampshire who asked if i could help them out.
The company casts the "Spirit of Ecstasy" figures, in stainless steel which famously are found on the front of Rolls Royce cars.
At the time BMW had just bought RR. They had started production at Goodwood and were keen to turn the companies fortunes around, which all credit to them, they have done.

Any way back to the story children.

In order to cast the winged lady,(using the lost wax process) you have to make a wax model first. This is done by squirting molten wax, under pressure into a precision made tool or die.
BMW had spent a huge sum of money on the tool/die, and the wax lady was not coming out to the standard they had hoped for. The poor thing had no hair, toes or hands!
That`s were muggins here was asked to help.
"Would it be possible to "chase/engrave some detail inside the Aluminium tool" the man asked, "I would think so" was my kind reply, so off i went, hammer in hand, down to the foundry to see what i could do!
Needless to say, it was not as straightforward as i had imagined. The tool came apart in 5 pieces, also i would be working in reverse or negative. Imagine trying to make hair and a pony tail inside half a malteeser, with 5 of the top brass from RR breathing down my neck. No pressure then!
The biggest problem was, if i cocked it up, there was no going back and 30 grands worth of aluminium die would be going in the bin.
After many hours work and test waxes, she was back to her former glory! The bosses were so pleased with what i had done, they let me engrave my name and phone number on the die, for future reference.

Fast forward 13 years, and the buggers got my number again!!!!
Only this time it was worse!
As you may know, i retired from the Art Bronze game about 4 years ago, due to losing our business in a fire. So i am a bit rusty in the hammer and chisel department, plus i had lost all my tools that i had made over the previous 30 years.

So yesterday found me frantically making Diamond chisels, punches and assorted tools which all needed to be hardened and tempered. I packed up a tool box and went to bed thinking what have i done!

It appears that the old die had worn out and they wanted me to fix the new die which had the same problems as before ie missing details.

The first several hits with the hammer were nerve racking especially as there were three RR people literally leaning over my shoulder, to say i was nervous was an understatement. Thankfully the old brain cells had retained some knowledge and 6 hours later she was as good as new but i had aged 10 years, i shall never complain about making slip joints ever again!!

I left without engraving my phone number this time!

Some photos of the process.





 
WOW to think that the man who kept the spirit of the Spirit of Ecstasy going was a member of the porch! Fascinating read there, and good bit of history. My brothers are car fans, reading and following up on all the different models, and I'm sure that they will appreciate this story!

Connor
 
An incredible story Paul, and very nicely told , if I may say so :) Thanks for sharing it here :thumbup:
 
Great photo-essay, Paul!! It was really interesting to hear about that process, and your part in making it all happen correctly. Well done!!:thumbup:
 
Outstanding Paul! Great story!
Wonderful artistry and skill.

(And a wise man to leave off the phone number.)
 
Kool Story!! Thanks for sharing it!!!
Tell me Paul was Jim Guyette one of the guy's breathing down your neck?


Dave
 
Paul, that'a a tribute to your skills! :thumbup:
You say you did not stamp your phone n° on the new die, but did you destroy the old one. No? So you'd better train for 2026! :D
 
Carl, I've a joke for ye.

A man stopped by the pub, it was a dark and stormy night. Outside the pub, stood an old Irishman, looking somber as he held a string above a puddle. Taking pity on him, the man said "Say, old timer, come in with me and I'll buy you a drink." As they were sitting dry inside, the man jokingly asked the old timer how many he'd caught that day.

"You're the eighth" the old man replied...




My father and uncle want to give it a try... I guess that's what comes of Pole/Lithuanians marrying Irish girls.

Please throw up some good vibes/good thoughts/smoke and prayers for my uncle, his cancer had gone into remission and is now back and very aggressive.
 
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