Jerrybuild

It was a queer-looking hovel, built of galvanised iron and kerosene-cans and bark and saplings and bamboo, according to no definite plan, and obviously, to knowing eyes, by one of those masters of the craft of jerry-building […]

If we look at some of the stories of R. D. Laing's patients in The Politics of Experience it looks as if schizophrenia jerrybuilds a shaky structure of passion and freedom which depends for existence on negation of control and conscious scruple.

Evolution, for example, isn't rational—and it jerry-builds our bodies.

Little wonder that corners were cut, bad materials made do for good and jerry-building was one of the curses of the age.