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Not if you put it like that.
But if you spice it up a little:
Former hotshot 40-something London barrister @danstuff was growing tired of his long commute and the silly wigs and in 2016 decided to retire to the Tuscan hills to perfect his hobby of frame building. He now spends sunny mornings riding his bikes and long, relaxed afternoons building exceptional steel frames in the stone barn behind his farmhouse, stopping occasionally to cool off in the pool or for some yoga. Most evenings he rides into the village to drink wine and put the world to rights with the locals.
He builds and hand paints only 12 frames a year, at a price of €4000, and his bikes have fast become considered among the most exclusive and beautiful that money can buy. Just don't ask him to line the lugs.
Hefty-
Sadly, his PR chap takes 60% of the gross profit to come up with such elegant bullshit, so he actually lives off the contents of local bins and begs for money to buy silver braze...
It's a lovely story. But the reason I like doing this is because it isn't work. If it became work, I suspect I'd stop enjoying it...
Brommers
Nah, Geoff asked the other day if I had any pretensions to becoming a professional framebuilder. I reassured him I had none. Dealing with stroppy and demanding clients while working hard for peanuts doesn't seem appealing.