my shed or yours for some coffee *wink wink*?
Ta, mines the one with shed-less.
A survey of 3,000 blokes has confirmed what most of us already knew - that during our lifetimes we'll spend an impressive 11 months holed up in the shed, and not necessarily doing anything constructive. According to the Sun, the average geezer will retreat to his wooden bolt-hole for for three hours, 20 minutes a week. The …
Namely that the vast majority of our country's largely-urbanised population -- and thus the "average bloke" -- will never HAVE their own garden or at least one larger than a postage-stamp, so that's NO months in the frickin' shed for most of us.
You insensitive clods.
If you don't have a shed, then use the study as I do. At least you've got a legitimate reason for having a PC and a handy copy of MW2/GTA/Civ4/whatever-floats-your-boat-gamewise in there. Of course, if it's Civ4 you'll probably be spending a lot more than 11 months of your life in the study.
And if you don't have a shed OR a study (what kind of peasant ARE you???!) then you can always head to the smallest room of the house with a laptop for a couple of hours. If your laptop is not poweful enough for games then I'm sure you can find something else to do with it in a small room containing toilet paper and a lockable door.
Even if you are not urbanised I can only envy someone who has space in the shed to spend 3h a week. It takes me half an hour on average to clear the access route to the stuff I need and 15 mins at the end to pile back all the junk.
In any case - if you want a retreat build a loft office, not a shed. More comfortable :)
Your only problem is that once junior has reached the tender age of 14+ he will wage a war to evict you out of there and swap his room for the loft (for similar reasons you went to the loft in the first place).
Its my sanctuary where i keep all my stuff :)
Its being rebuilt next year into a nerd palace, i have been drawing it all up in CAD. Will be heated in the winter and cooled in the summer, a full lan, its own wifi network, workbench for car maintanence, workbench for computing work, freesat, coffee machine, really its an extra mini house all for me :)
What? Surely its every blokes ambition to have a bigger shed?
My shed/garage (I have both - Bwahhahahahah. And a study BwaAAHAHAHAHAHHA) is full of bits of cars, karts, racing cars, beer fermenting barrels, lathes, milling machine, compressor, welders etc....think that probably qualifies as having a life.
Of course with three children, I never get to play with all that stuff. That's is where your life really goes....
Hewlett-Packard, Steve Jobsworth, Heathkit, NASA, El Reg even...
Shed's are where the world starts. Christ, I could even believe the first Space Shuttle was built in a shed. I joke not. A bloke in the next shed told me it was so via the 'beancan 'n' string' speaking telephone thingy, an' he wouldn't lie. Not after a 6-pack of "truth serum", natch. Oh, and I sat in the same classroom as Sir Frank Whittle, by the way*. OK, 40 years separated us, but...
*Leamington College, recently Binswood Hall, nowadays Bugger Hall. http://www.geograph.org.uk/photo/25621
Buy a very large wooden playhouse for the kids, convince the Missus it's all about getting the kids out in the fresh air, then when the kids get bored, you sit down there in the Summer, granted having to put up with posters of Jonas and Zac Effron, with your laptop pretending to be checking on work, but really having a crafty gaming session and checking the latest exploits of a certain Miss Pinder!
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Light-hearted newspaper article based around any risible "scientific survey" produced by a marketing agency to promote a product or service; eg: "It's the BREAST news men have heard in years - Britain's women are set to evolve BIGGER BOOBS in future, according to scientists at Cardiff's Wonderbra Institute of Titology."
Problem with the shed is that the missus can and does bother you. Banging on the door, moaning away blah blah blah.
When I want some time, I find the most effective thing is to make my way to the loo and have a really big shit. She knows it's my time and never, ever comes-a-knocking whilst I'm curling one out.
I suppose you could fit a lavvy in the shed.... Never thought of that.
"Problem with the shed is that the missus can and does bother you. Banging on the door, moaning* away blah blah blah"
You must be avin' one of them moments. (Wish my missus was even moaning while banging..but maybe in another life.)
You and your pub-mate on the next allotment should agree to swap sheds. She battle-axes the door down to find the whiff is from the other bloke's missus' dodgy vindaloo. Naturally, you return the complement with a nice patch of freshly-fertilised runner beans. Fair's fair.
Sorry, can't make Sunday dinner this weekend....
*Assuming no ASBO...
Exactly what I'm doing this gear except it's not a shed, more a double garage with workshop. Will be installing internet connection, leccy, water, drains, extract systems, oil fired heater (using waste oil from cars, cooking etc.), solar panels on roof for water heating etc.
Of course beer fridge, dart board and coffee machine are a must :-)
Might actually get to play a few hours of Counter Strike / Killing Floor / L4D without being pestered...
For the urbanites amongst us, with no space for an actual shed, you could do what we've done and virtualise your shed instead:- Multi-screens, multi-core, huge memory, and install lots of lovely 3D packages and virtual worlds, mostly open source. We call this machine our Digital Shed. Simples...
In the US... at least around here... this is called a man cave. It is where we can go to get in touch with our more primitive side. Usually here it is a garage, though some have a shed or a shop to get all cave man in.
It is a place of simplicity and where your list of tasks gets shorter due to completion, rather than longer. If you finish something outside the man cave, it is nearly inevitable to hear "since you've finished that so quick, why don't you ..." followed by a list of various increasingly onerous tasks.
I instantly thought "what the heck were they doing for 11 months in a shed?"
Trying to set some sort of Guinness record? Hiding from the authorities who for some reason couldn't cross the threshold? (Like the old law of sanctuary in churches). Building some project and they forgot what the time was?
The truth is so much more mundane...
(The icon is one thing sheds are good for....)
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