I’ve just had a frustrating, nay terminating, experience with Robertson (?) screws. To the bloke who insisted they’d change my life, au contraire. My relationship with Milton, Ontario has been irreparably damaged.

Is it a co-incidence that when such proclaimers call you “dear” they concurrently give you the wrong sized screw for the bloody anchor.

Screw Robertson, I am a Philips woman again.