December 2007
The Leatherman Christmas Story for All
Not the most exciting story ever, but it all started one Christmas morning when I ran downstairs to see if Santa had brought my Leatherman Surge that I asked for (bear in mind I am 30 years young) and there it was, my Leatherman Surge in a lovely presentation box. I was over the moon.
My wife never had a look-in that night I lay in bed admiring my trusty new Surge, my new best friend. It never left my side for months until it was coming up for its 6 month birthday. I had come back from work as usual on my motorbike, got home and started to get changed. I reached into my belt pouch to find that the clip had broken and my Surge was nowhere to be seen. So I got ready, jumped back on my bike and retraced my journey . . . but nothing, I had lost my best friend.
I looked everywhere, but still nothing. This went on for months until I decided it was time to buy a new Surge, but still it couldn’t replace my first one. So this Christmas came upon us and my wife had asked me to decorate the spare room. So, with a week off work, I started to clear out the room a week before Christmas and honestly to my surprise I moved the sofa bed to reveal my best friend underneath (I had looked there before) and without a word of a lie you could not move the smile from my face! I had never been so happy to paint my spare room in my life. I was reunited with my trusty friend again my Leatherman Surge... so it goes to show kids, there is a Santa out there........
Gary D.
Summerston, Glasgow, Scotland
OK, you voyeur, you. Enough of reading other people's stories. It's time you told your own tale of gripping heroism or even just neat DIY'ism. We know there's a Shakespeare in you somewhere. Don't make us use the Steens to find it.