Anyone who has had the misfortune to work alongside me over the years will be used to the almost daily "I blame Thatcher!" style rant about how everything wrong in the world is down to de-industrialisation and the fact that nobody knows how anything works any more.
However, for those that wish to indulge in the dark arts of manufacture and repair, there is always the Haynes Manual. And there is now Haynes available for anything you may conceivably want to tamper with.
The first thing I did when we bought our aged car was go on to ABE to get the appropriate (out of print) Haynes manual.
I rarely consult it, but I couldn't own a car without having the relevant Haynes; it wouldn't feel right. Like not having a shed, or testicles.
And as long as the Haynes Manual is there, there is hope than in the post-apocalyptic fall-out, someone will stumble across a workshop full of "Tools", "Manuals", "Overalls" and "Swarfega", and having absorbed the significance of his find, he will rise to greatness as the shaman of the new order amongst those puny weaklings crippled by luxury and waste in what was consumerist golden-age of disposal technology.
And he shall be known as Handy Man! Hail to the God/King!
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