In 2001, I had an idea. I would try this “blogging” malarky.
I started… then I stopped.
I’ve started. Again.
Rockstars, preachers or craftsmen. Time to choose.
My father was a joiner, serving his apprenticeship in the Harland & Wolff shipyard in Belfast. He took a simple pride in his work, going on to develop his skills in a number of construction firms across the city. I don’t believe he would have labelled himself a “craftsman” and I am confident that, while knowing no project he worked on would be complete without his...