High Temperature 1200'C Adhesive Glue for Exhaust Fireplace Ovens Collectors 300 Ml

Sticks like crazy. Just what I needed.

Excellent

Bought this to glue part of a sole on one of my hiking shoes. I followed the directions by applying glue first to each surface, waiting and then leaving them pressed overnight. I wore them twice, simply walking around in them on mostly flat surfaces after which the sole came apart again. I bought this specifically to be able to handle my particular situation, based on the description. I waited extra long for it to be shipped from overseas but the glue performed worse than a cheap composite glue I can get locally and which bonds much faster.

Klej niezbyt mocno trzyma niestety. Podeszwy w trampkach Converse nie trzymały się długo po sklejeniu.

Habe einen guten Kleber gesucht und gefunden. Habe meine Bergschuhe damit repariert. Nach der anschließenden 15 km Wanderung über normale Wege aber auch über Geröllfelder in den Alpen, muß ich diesem Kleber folgendes Fazit geben. Klebt hervorragend, ist nach der 24 Stunden durchtrocknung elastisch und hält was er verspricht. Rund um ein perfektes Produkt.

La colla adesiva forte Technicqll è una colla universale che può essere utilizzata per riparare una varietà di materiali, tra cui scarpe, pelle, gomma, nylon, similpelle e tessuti. La colla è trasparente e inodore, e si asciuga rapidamente, creando un legame forte e duraturo. La colla adesiva forte Technicqll è un prodotto ideale per chi vuole riparare in modo rapido ed efficace i propri oggetti.

There's a crossroads half way home from the country pub where I drink. Sometimes on my stagger home, on a clear moonless night, I see a silent, still, shady figure standing at the crossroads with a droopy black dog beneath an old streetlamp. For years, since I turned eighteen and started drinking every weekend, I'd occasionally see this guy standing at the crossroads. One particularly drunken Saturday night I decided to approach him. I stumbled over and said "You alright mate?" Slowly he raised his head, and in the shadow cast by his hat across his pitch black face I saw two firey eyes burning. "I'm alright" he said. Anyway we got chatting and it turned out he was the devil. Alright bloke actually, apart from when he cut me a duff deal: That night he told me that he'd give me skills unimaginable in any Earthly pursuit in return for my soul. Well since I wasn't using it I thought I might as well give it a go. And since I was already a dab hand in the bedroom and the loudest farter in my office, I decided to ask for insane guitar skills. I mean insane. Better than Hendrix. Better than Clapton. Better than that guitar playing drifter guy from O Brother Where Art Thou. He said my wish was his command; all I had to do was give him something from about my person to signify the deal. So I put my hand in my pocket and found a business card for someone called Lucy Luscious which I'd found whilst relieving myself in a public phone box earlier that evening. The next morning I sprang from my kitchen floor, excited to try out my new found skills. The first thing I noticed though, whilst in the bathroom getting ready to take a stroll down the guitar shop, was that I had no reflection in the mirror. This irritated me because I couldn't shave properly. I tried to solve this problem by taking a selfie but that didn't work either. I couldn't taste my coffee either, nor did it feel warm. Or cold. Or anything. When I left the house all the birds stopped singing. Every dog I saw on the way kept viciously barking at me. A toddler looked at me from its pushchair and burst out crying. When I got to the guitar shop the bloke asked me if I was alright. I asked him why. He said "You look unwell." I said "Don't worry about that mate, just hand me your best guitar and stand back!" He passed me a fancy looking Rickenbacker, plugged me in and stood back. As I wrapped my hand around the neck of the guitar I was suddenly struck with the overwhelming sensation of... nothing. I still didn't know how to play a guitar. That tricky no good liar had taken my soul without giving me anything in return. And I'd always thought the devil was such a trustworthy fellow. That day I hatched a plan: Every Saturday night, just before last orders, I bought a bottle of house wine from the pub. I'd take a different route home so that when I passed the crossroads I'd be walking up behind the shadowy figure, rather than past in front of him. Two soulless months passed before I saw him again. There he was, standing below the streetlamp. As quietly as I could, I snuck up behind him, wine bottle in hand. As soon as I was close enough I smashed him over the head with the bottle and knocked him out cold. His dog went mental and tried to bite me but luckily I had half a kebab shoved in my jacket pocket which I threw across the street. This distracted the dog for long enough for me to go through the devil's pockets, find Lucy Luscious's business card and make my escape. Now that I had my soul back I had to reattach it to my body. That's what lead me here. I typed 'soul glue' into Google and after looking at a few race specific retro hair creams and listening to a song by the Rheostatics I found a link to this item. This item really is good for sticking souls back on. It bonds card and human skin very well. It's flexible and waterproof. I stuck mine to the middle of my chest, as I thought that seemed the logical place. That was two/three weeks ago and Lucy Luscious is still there every morning smiling at me in the mirror from her business card stuck fast to my chest. Top marks. Highly recommended.

Great glue! Fast delivery. I used it immediately upon receipt. I glued the soles of the boots I wear in the rain. The sole holds tightly and does not get wet.