I am the Casual Hammerer, and I’m here to ask you a question.
Is a man not entitled to a dedicated hobby space in the comfort of his home?
‘No!’ says the man in Washington, ‘It belongs in the garden shed’
‘No!’ says the man in the Vatican, ‘It is an affront to god.’
‘No!’ says the man in Moscow, ‘Just use a table and pack it all away when you’re done.’
I rejected those answers; instead, I chose something different.
I chose the impossible. I chose… a Hobby Desk.
A space where the hobbyist would not fear the prying hands of his children.
Where the tinkerer would not be bound by the petty morality of sticking to the instructions.
Where the great would not be constrained by the need to put all their stuff in the cupboard when guests come round!
And with the sweat of your brow, the Hobby Desk can become your workspace as well.