On Thu, 20 Aug 2009 09:06:07 +0100, Peter Twydell wrote:

I was a teenager, one of my household responsibilities was
maintaining the garden. One year, as a special birthday treat, my Dad
gave me a heavy, unbalanced, awkward-to-use, electric hedge trimmer -
we had a lot of privet hedging, and dad insisted that it be done twice
a week during the summer. After using it, it took at least half an
hour before my hands stopped vibrating.
He never did understand why I wasn't thrilled.

A teenager having vibrating hands? Could be useful under certain
conditions.

I'll get me coat...

My first S-i-L liked her motorbike with the saddle removed because the, er,
horn was between the frame tubes...oh dear.
--
Peter.
The head of a pin will hold more angels if
it's been flattened with an angel-grinder.