Wooden wonder
a second-rate chippy I’ve worked on many a roof in my yoof. Nowadays I try to keep within falling distance of T Firma. But I still get asked to fix stuff, so it was while on a visit to our local builders’ merchants I was loading a few sheets of ply into the van and Mick, my co-loader, chirped up: “Oy Pip, what’s that motorbike engine?” I couldn’t resist: “That’s not
