I was looking for something in the spare room when I found these pushed top the back of a drawer.
It took a while to work out that they are bags of plaster of paris left there from when the grand kids stayed over and I bought the big sized box when they wanted to make fridge magnets.
I did that as a kid with a kitchen roll and a plaster of Paris. It was more effective than I wanted it to be, and I had to go to hospital to get the cast taken off my leg.
So the resale price is less than you were initially hoping for?
I did that as a kid with a kitchen roll and a plaster of Paris. It was more effective than I wanted it to be, and I had to go to hospital to get the cast taken off my leg.
and thus began a fantastic career
You could always rub some on your gjms, just to double check what it is.
Plaster casts are dangerous. When a young man my uncle broke his leg and had to get a lower leg plaster. One day for reasons unknown he decided he was going to have a bath and figured as long as he could keep it resting on the edge of the bath all would be OK. Needless to say, he scored F on that and got the cast wet.
Realising the bollocking he'd get off his wife, he hit upon the genius idea that he could dry it off quickly with her hairdryer. What he didn't realise was that by holding the hairdryer on the cast for as long as he could and then taking it away when it made his leg too hot - it wasn't the heat from the dryer, but the water in the damp cast that had got too hot, and taking the dryer away made very little difference.
Ended up with two bollockings, one for the original offence and a second for the trip to A&E for removal of the cast and treatment of minor scalds.
Plaster casts are dangerous.
I was only 8 and was sat in the garden cross-legged while I put my cast on. It was great fun, and then when it went hard, I realised I couldn't stand up. Dad actually had to drive me to hospital like a Seated Buddha resting in the boot of a Cortina estate.
I was only 8 and was sat in the garden cross-legged while I put my cast on. It was great fun, and then when it went hard, I realised I couldn't stand up. Dad actually had to drive me to hospital like a Seated Buddha resting in the boot of a Cortina estate.
You started your world class accident trajectory at a young age then?
Keep in mind that this stuff heats up considerably as it sets.
There was a case in the papers a while back, of an art student losing fingers after they attempted to make a cast of their hands by placing them into a bowl of plaster.
Hands would be stuck in as the temperature builds and builds. Sounds seriously scary and painful.
So dont be doing anything daft with it.
then when it went hard, I realised I couldn't stand up.
Raises eyebrows!
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