Not a big one, not even big pliers, and certainly not any of my dad’s archaic old tools, which were probably passed down from his dad. No, I have no idea why I keep them, but discovered it may be a family trait (or hindrance) as my father confessed to being a hoarder of things, namely nails, screws, bits of wood. ‘You never know when you might need something’ is his defence and I am an advocate of that approach of course. Our garage when I was a kid was a treasure trove of old tools. Lovely.
Footnote: These pliers were rubbish – they were used to wind the window in my old original Cannes in a Van Ford Transit. They and the van are now on a big amazing scrap heap in the sky.