I know , we all know about hammers. When I earned cash dismantling exhibitions at Earls Court Exhibition Centre in London in 1978 the deal was this . We meet at this pub on Sunday night at 9pm, each of us with a nice big 16 oz claw hammer. Two hours bashing apart exhibition stands, and by 11pm we were back in the pub, for last orders, and cash in hand.
“Most important tool in the workshop” my mentor Alan Peters would say, whacking a builders lump hammer onto the bench. The so and so did it hard enough to make me jump. Alan used this tool to aid assembly of almost all carcase work . He was precise in how he used it, but he would drive home dovetailed sides where the glue was getting stiff, with a mighty whacks.
He told me once he had to assemble a small casket built to house the ashes of his clients late husband. The client arrived, they carefully poured the ashes into the carcase, three sides had been assembled. The secret mitre dovetailed, last side was glued and WHACKED down . “Stop, Stop, please don’t hit him” cried the distressed client. Alan carried on, two more good whacks and it was all down and quiet resumed.
There is not much to a hammer. Weight, a nice well formed head, and a handle of good length. Well balanced we say. Always hold your hammer low down on the handle don’t strangle the damn thing. Use the length to give you accuracy and wieght of blow. Its about rhythm and eyeballing the stoke.
We have a group nice hammers to chuck in the chest. My own hammer drawer is full of the damn things all sizes shapes and nationalities. Dead weight hammers, nylon, soft faced tappers, and the good old Warrington.
I used to not properly fit steel hoops to my japanese chisels . I was a prat, some say I am still a prat, but they can b….. off. . Now I do it properly and can whack the living daylight out of them. These are my favourite hammers, they are Japanese, bought on eBay . Though I did like a nice american hammer that Chris had when he was with us this summer.