Smashing things up
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Recently had loads of new AV stuff installed. It's fab.
Then just now the remote for the processor stopped working. No amount of pushing buttons and waving my arm about helped so I threw the remote at the wall. It smashed into a hundred pieces. I jumped up and down on the remaining large sections.
Now I know this is a stupid thing to do, I know it's going to cost me an arm and a leg to get it replaced but f**k it felt good.
Why is it that sometimes the only therapy is to destroy stuff?
Then just now the remote for the processor stopped working. No amount of pushing buttons and waving my arm about helped so I threw the remote at the wall. It smashed into a hundred pieces. I jumped up and down on the remaining large sections.
Now I know this is a stupid thing to do, I know it's going to cost me an arm and a leg to get it replaced but f**k it felt good.
Why is it that sometimes the only therapy is to destroy stuff?
Edited by br d on Saturday 6th March 18:32
I was trying to remove an old static caravan this winter off of the caravan park, everything that possibly could go wrong did. The axle snapped due to rust and the whole thing bogged down, after a lot of swearing i broke out the acetylene torch and sledgehammer and cut it into tiny tiny pieces. Very satisfying.
mat13 said:
I was trying to remove an old static caravan this winter off of the caravan park, everything that possibly could go wrong did. The axle snapped due to rust and the whole thing bogged down, after a lot of swearing i broke out the acetylene torch and sledgehammer and cut it into tiny tiny pieces. Very satisfying.
Now after meeting up with you a while back, i didnt get the impression you were a violent person mat,but now........
I tend not to break stuff as such, bar the old lap top incident, i just tend to punch stuff and hurt myself, gives you a hell of an adrenaline rush i can tell you
Edited by snowy slopes on Saturday 6th March 18:39
I had a very cheap and nasty DVD player once. There was no 'eject' button on the remote. Fair enough, you wander over and press the button. Whereupon it would ponder Life, the Universe, and for all I know Frogs for five full f
king minutes before opening the drawer.
Now I know what they look like inside.
king minutes before opening the drawer.Now I know what they look like inside.
reminds me of a summer job me and my brother did at Sandhurst military college. We turned up on the first day and the foreman handed us each a sledgehammer, a lump hammer and a crowbar and told us we had to completely gut the kitchens and bathrooms in the officers houses and take out a small wall in each. then left us to it. Couldn't believe someone actually paid us to spend 2 weeks utterly destroying stuff. best job ever 
An old boss of mine & his partners once bought an old nightclub that they were going to re-open after gutting it & starting again from scratch. Was absolutely mental fun gutting the place.
If you're ever a bit stressed, buy yourself an old nightclub & a sledgehammer, & then smash the place up - it's a great stress reliever.
It's even more fun if the nightclub is one that you used to detest.
If you're ever a bit stressed, buy yourself an old nightclub & a sledgehammer, & then smash the place up - it's a great stress reliever.
It's even more fun if the nightclub is one that you used to detest.
Where's the thread in which that bloke smashed up his car because the air con was acting up?
You two should get together and smash some stuff up.
...a few weeks ago I did the same with the remote to the Virgin box. Threw it at the wall and it degenerated into its component parts.
I then paniced because 'er indoors would go mad at me for it. (She gets in a huff when I do things like that!)
I then put it all back together, except that there was a button missing. Took me about half an hour to find it, and I had only just snapped the thing back together when she came through the door. So much for some peace and quiet!
You two should get together and smash some stuff up.
...a few weeks ago I did the same with the remote to the Virgin box. Threw it at the wall and it degenerated into its component parts.
I then paniced because 'er indoors would go mad at me for it. (She gets in a huff when I do things like that!)
I then put it all back together, except that there was a button missing. Took me about half an hour to find it, and I had only just snapped the thing back together when she came through the door. So much for some peace and quiet!
gamefreaks said:
Where's the thread in which that bloke smashed up his car because the air con was acting up?
Smashed up my Cortina 1.6 with a sledge hammer at my 19th birthday party because the girl I was seeing went into the bathroom with...That's a whole other story from a long time ago...
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