Same as doing it with a regular circular, you just don’t use the track.

I’m surprised by this answer! I’ve used standard circular saws for 30 odd years, but in the last few years I’ve used a couple of track saws, particularly a Makita system. I found them to be amazing. Fantastic accuracy, quicker setup, far superior dust extraction- made my old skilsaw look (and sound) like shit. Also, why wouldn’t you want a riving knife? It causes no hindrance and helps avoid accidents. Genuinely curious.

How can you be so bent out of shape as a human to think that fucking over kids at the Evelina is the way to spend your day, to make your daily bread.

Feels like a super power when you’re scuba diving and you see all the other divers holding their noses!

I’ve had a couple of women follow me in to public toilets and commandeer aim. I had to muster unbelievable levels of concentration to get it done. Some bit of my brain has never worked at that level before or since.

I went to a party in the top bit once. It’s just a sort of empty corridor that you can hire. Amazing views down the river.

The man is in the wrong shoes both figuratively and literally. Literally just seems funnier sometimes.

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They run Gringotts

I used to work for a general builder we all called Nick The Freak. We were in our mid twenties and having a pretty good time of things off site. I used to call up the gaffer and say “Nick man, I can’t make it to the job today, I feel like shit” and he would say- yea Squeezer, Mars is in alignment with Saturn this week. Understandable. I’ve never appreciated bullshit so much.

I’d add Hey Duggee! It’s a BBC CBeebies thing, me and my kids loved it pre - Bluey, and it still hits a spot.

He’s right. Get rid of the Tories, then apply pressure to Labour. It’s the only viable option. If anyone has any suggestions on a realistic alternative I’d love to hear it.

I promise not to use the doorbell, instead I shall announce my arrival by throwing acorns at the door.

One evening I built a campfire to keep warm on the banks of a river in southern France. As the fire got going, millions of moths poured from the trees into the flames. As the numbers increased the flames leapt higher, and the moths became the fuel. The horror, the horror…

See, I’m not a fan of the royal family, but I’m pretty sure Charles would never talk to that cunt for a second, and for that I give him a tiny shred of respect.

We were standing in the pub, and I’d just bought a round. I gave my mate a fresh pint, and like a complete piss head he let it slip through his fingers. It landed on the floor between us with a thunk, not a single drop spilled. It just nailed the landing, completely solid. Fucking witchcraft.

“Deny thy counter and refuse thy knife”

O cutting board, cutting board, wherefore art thou cutting board?

This reminds me of when we found we could bulk buy ephedrine over the counter from chemists in sub saharan Africa and go to uninhabited islands off the coast and get messed up. Happy days.