I’m afraid I have reached the woodworking stage of old manhood. It was this thing that did it, or rather the hundred bucks Amazon was asking for it.
I mean, it’s a useful enough looking piece of kit that I’d happily drop twenty bucks on it, knowing that I probably wouldn’t even use it after the first two or three goes.
But a hundred?!?
I’m starting to think fondly of my old high school woodwork class.