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Chopping a big bunch of curly-leafed parsley with a sharp knife.
Grinding mustard seeds with a pestle.
(We'll take "making love to a beautiful woman/man" as a given)
is "making love to a microwaved bag of chopped liver" also a given ?
What about 2 chicken breasts down the back of the radiator?
This isn't going the way I'd hoped...
you need a bit stronger bag
A serious one? Tapping your way down towards the BB from the headtube and hearing the noise change in the middle..
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Chopping a big bunch of curly-leafed parsley with a sharp knife.
Grinding mustard seeds with a pestle.
(We'll take "making love to a beautiful woman/man" as a given)
[u]Make sure you wash your hands first ![/u]
The worn smoothe and oiled shaft of an old splitting axe.
The confidence in the flank drive of a Snap On spanner.
Snapping a stick of drawing charcoal.
The crumble of a pastel.
The first squeeze and excitement of a new tube of oil paint
Pressing putty into a newly glazed window.
(We'll take "making love to a beautiful woman/man" as a given)
hermaphrodite sex?
The hot, rubbery belly of a puppy
The cascade of warm, dry shavings on your hands when you turn wood on a lathe - so good in fact that I've passed up the opportunity to acquire a lathe on several occasions as all I'd do is turn bits of wood all day until theres nothing left
A bucket of linseeds
The static in the air just after you've pulled the protective film off of a sheet of polycarbonate
A serious one? Tapping your way down towards the BB from the headtube and hearing the noise change in the middle..
Yup - got to be butted Alu though; doesn't work so well on a cheap carbon road bike.
Shaving with a fresh razor blade
The feel of a worn, warm guitar neck ('65 Strat preferably...) - and new guitar strings.
I know what you mean about woodturning shavings and turning everything into pencils 🙂 Can I add to that the feel, smell and noise of a really sharp plane on a plank of wood (and I've probably not planed anything for 20 years either and it's still alluring...)
Chinking two really nice crystal glasses together
Well-greased farm gate latches
Using Campag headset tools
Pressing putty into a newly glazed window.
Yup. Reminds me of a story from Primary School...
Glaziers turned up one day to repair all the windows broken by stones and shinty balls in the main classroom (wee school in the Highlands). After they'd left, we picked all the new putty out of the windows, purely for the love of the texture and the smell of linseed.
Headmaster comes charging into the classroom after lunch and slams the door (as he often did). All the new windows fall out with a percussive crash.
Next day, the glaziers are back.
"You didn't tell us you'd be back today"
"You didn't tell us you'd smash all the bloody windows again".
The cascade of warm, dry shavings on your hands when you turn wood on a lathe - so good in fact that I've passed up the opportunity to acquire a lathe on several occasions as all I'd do is turn bits of wood all day until theres nothing left
LOL.
I left my sister with my log splitter and a pile of logs to finish. When I returned she'd created a mountain of kindling.
Having a hot shower on the back of my neck, and then turning it up to ouch hot and then getting used to it. Driving the cold day out of my body.
[pedant]Technically, with regards to the butting of tubes and the sound thereof, it's an aural pleasure as opposed to tactile...[/pedant]
I love shortbread pastry; touch and taste.
Any dough'll do, though...
I love shortbread pastry; touch and [b]taste[/b].
Careful now, or the pedants will revolt! 😉
🙂
I do like a bit of oral...
giant tub of swarfega
that's the way klunk - don't microwave that shit though or you'll napalm yer bits !
The sweep of a decent (fountain) pen nib on paper.
Sharpening a pencil with a sharp knife.
Chopping onions as fast as you dare.
Soft, deep carpet on bare feet.
Picking a scab.
The change on your skin moving from shade to hot sun (or vice-versa).
slainte 😀 rob
skinny dipping
getting cinched up in a big, fluffy winter down sleeping bag
Original Source Mint Shower Gel
and the tactile anti-pleasure....
crunching down on an unexpected piece of egg shell in your last mouthful of scrambled eggs...can really spoil your breakfast 🙁
Cutting freshly-cooked bread with a good knife.
Field stripping, cleaning and re-assembling a L110A1 Minimi.
Getting out of wet cold riding kit into my favorite baggy Ben Moon trousers and Rab microlight.
The stuff they use to stick new credit cards to the sheet of paper. Like playing with a bogey but better 😀
When I used to smoke (proper cigarettes, rather than rollies, a long time ago!), I really enjoyed the feeling of taking the cellophane off a new pack of straights, opening the box for the first time and pulling the foiled paper out. A lot like plunging a spoon through the top of a foil covered new jar of instant coffee.
Wearing a pair of thick wool socks to bed because it's cold, then taking them off when you've warmed up.
Popping a zit.
Radiator pants.
Tickling a friendly feline under the chin.
Twanging the spokes of a perfectly built wheel.
Pulling on a brand new pair of underpants.
Crunching on cooked water chestnuts.
Writing on a Banana with a biro.
Rex rabbits. Unbelievably soft.
Writing on a Banana with a biro.
Nods head in agreement...
Putting jeans on straight out of the tumble drier, when they're so hot the buttons and rivets will burn you.
The annual bed sheet change mmmmmmm
Squeezing the tyres on my rigid bike when they are just right
Do boobs count as "making love to a beautiful woman/man"? If they don't, boobs.
Otherwise, typing on one of those older computer keyboards that give a nice loud click.
The feel of the cold water splashing on my face as I dropped off Low Force yesterday.