even though i am the king of the island, i'm not afraid of a bit of hard work.
so this afternoon, i've decided to sharpen the blades of my brushcutter, then start it up.
it's a butch, manly sort of powertool with a thrusting, throbbing engine - just the thing to intimidate the neighbours (like kevin spacey, kevin costner, and the rest of the wannabe famous brigade that hang around near me).

but please treat this as further proof of my commitment to clumsiness.

there is bound to be an accident of some sort, and it could be quite spectacular - particularly if doris is lying in the long grass ...
or i leave it running while i bend down to tie my shoelaces.

whatever you're doing today, be clumsy!