Whodunnit?

July 7th, 2011 View Comments or leave one 2

The tang of freshly vinegared chips upon the breeze, seagulls wheeling and cawing in the skies and the relentless circumgyration of nuns, super heroes, cowboys, and ‘L’ plated ladies of a certain age who should know better. Yup! Tis the season of hen and stag parties, Summertime shenanigans have hit town.

It’s not only the mean streets of Brighton that are experiencing strange goings-on. It has been the week of mystery here in the workshop at Goodman Morris Towers. Pens, calculators, letters, chocolate, you name it, it’s gone missing…. We’ve been wondering if the infamous ‘Grey Lady’ of The Lanes has been walking through the walls and having some fun. (actually I think the chocolate may have been me – I seemed to develop a case of selective memory/premature dementia when questioned, let’s keep that between ourselves.) The final straw has been The Case Of The Missing Saw Frame. You may not realize the full extent of the relationship that we jewellers develop with our hand tools. Some may say that it’s obsessive or unhealthy but to us it seems perfectly normal! (In fact we think it helps to be slightly obsessive) One of the first things that an apprentice will do is to make some basic tools; a sand-pot, a burnisher, a setting stick; we spend time making doming blocks, re-sharpening engravers to just the right angle, customising saw-blades, burning the excessive fluff off of polishing mops, polishing hammer faces, carving punches, etc., etc., etc. We still use tools daily that we have had for over twenty years and that we hope to use for a life-time. ┬áSo perhaps you can imagine the gravity of this question, “have any of you reprobates seen my favorite saw-frame, I’ve looked everywhere?”

A strange silence descended upon the workshop. The aforementioned frame was a beaut. Well made, well balanced, well loved and at least twenty years old. They just don’t make them like that anymore. Honest. We searched high and low, far and wide to no avail. No stone unturned, (Ha ha! Geddit?) we scoured, scanned and scrutinized. We gave the workshop a thorough shake down, shed a tear and decided that we need something to alleviate our sadness.

Obviously vodka is out of the question before 6pm (what with all those sharp tools), we had to settle for our second favorite – cake! Champing at the bit we hot footed it to the cake shop of choice, Brighton’s own Angel Food Bakery, snaffled a box of red velvet cup cakes (well known for their medicinal qualities) and shot back to the workshop. Desperate measures for desperate times; our need for cake was so urgent, so compelling, and their packing so good that certain members of Team GM threw both caution and patience to the wind and simply ripped open the box. Evidence below….

Our need for cake sated and our anxiety duly assuaged we returned the bench. A chill passed through the room, we almost heard the hem of a cape swoosh across the floor. Low and behold….! The saw frame swinging on it’s peg…. Spooky!

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