Life in the workshop

Today I've been hidden in the workshop, sticking and slicing foam board labels. It's a different environment to the office, not only due to the powertools, mess and hands on creativity, but also thanks to the different life experiences and mindset of the staff there, and the conversational freedom granted by not sharing an open plan office.

Topics of conversation:
Revenge "He super-glued my paintbrushes to my desk, so I glued his door shut"
Best practice in making IEDs (Improvised explosive devices) "The Provs used mushy pea tins"
Breaking into cars "You can't do it with half a tennis ball anymore"
Washing powder "I use Fairy. Seriously, feel  my trousers, they're really soft"

Even tool wielding, furniture lugging, scenery creating rufty tufty men like their trousers to be nice and soft!