A Little Something Special, Just For You, My Friend Alright, so picture this: a good few years back, I was pottering about in my workshop, the scent of freshly worked metal mingling with a faint, pleasing whiff of polishing compound, which, to me, is just pure poetry. I was humming a rather catchy tune, probably something from the charts, totally lost in the rhythm of creation, when an old friend popped in, looking a bit flustered. He was on the hunt for something truly unique, something that wo...
