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Showing posts with label paint. Show all posts
Showing posts with label paint. Show all posts

Monday, 2 November 2009

Mugged during torture

I've just been fleeced.

Went to the dentist last week and submitted myself to the tender ministrations of the hygienist. (I think they train them in Guantanamo).

Having been out of the country for long periods, I've ended up as a private patient. The cost though is taking the Michael. £125 for an hour's worth of torture is surely not right. Even taking in overheads of say £25 per hour for anaesthetics, rent, rates, etc, how can they justify their charges?

For an average day that would work out at £800 per day, £4000 per week, £192,000 per year.

Does anyone know how to enroll in this well paid torture profession?

guess what? I've got the High Priest, His Holiness the Dentist, tommorow.

Wish me luck. If I do not return here then ....................................

Sunday, 9 August 2009

Watching paint dry. Oops my mistake!

I just hate women. Especially my wife at the moment.

"Can you paint the new fence at the bottom of the garden?"

Off I go down to B&Q and spend 30 mins looking at all the fence paints, of all colours, textures and manufacturers. (maybe we can hold a fence painting olympics).

Anyway I choose Antique pine silk, and rush home to begin this labour of love.

3 hours later I have finished. (It's a long fence at chateau filthy engineer)

The question I'm asking is: Why did she wait till after I'd finished, to tell me she wasn't happy with the colour?