Dang, Rapparee, a claw hammer? I thought I had a one-off having a pin in me arm removed with a pipe wrench...I'd had to have a kludge job on a broken arm in Crete redone, so six weeks later, one pin comes out, the other is kindof fixed and won't shift. Kindly wait outside, Sir. An hour later, a nurse passes by with a big perspex box containing something big wrapped in surgical green cloths. Gives me a kind of strained look - apparently the entire hospital was peeing itself at the solution, the poor old maintenance team had had their favourite toilet tool cleaned to within an inch of its life - and to cap the lot, my surname in the local lingo means "Hand", so Mr Hand's hand was about to be operated on with the toilet wrench! We can rebuild him...