It's that time of the year when tempers can fray a little and one finds the need to vent. If, like me, you're a fully paid-up member of the Amalgamated Society of Workmen Who Blame Their Tools, a pithy word on the subject of the marital status of the begetters of the saw in hand might come to mind all year round. Does this lead to tut-tutting from the surrounding populace? Do sensitive ears need to be covered as you struggle with the Crimbo lights?
Fear not. What you want to do is bring some culture to your cursing, and who better than The Bard to provide.
I'm certainly going to print out a copy to hang handily near the bench. Thus, the next chisel to wilfully split the work, can look forward to being roundly condemned as a "loggerheaded knotty-pated bum-bailey", which'll teach it.
Hmm, actually maybe that last bit would be better kept for badly behaving Stanley bench planes...