When I was 16, first motorcycle time, my mate bought a big screwdriver with a blue plastic handle. Unbranded, but he reckoned it was a god buy as it was really cheap. Probably a box fell off a wagon and the shop owner wanted to move them quickly? Odd things happened that way...
Anyway, I bought one. My favourite always lived "to hand" on the bench, after I got my first bench 6 years later. I still have the bench, and screwdriver, but the handle split 2 years ago and I epoxied it back together, because it was needed. Used it 2 days ago. What a friend a familiar tool can be. 54 years on.
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