The Comedy Theatre was opposite our lunchtime pub. I noticed one day a disgustingly tatty chair in the skip outside, painted and peeling, upholstery in shreds. I had to have it. Just what I wanted.
I lifted it out and took it back to the office. No hint of shame. McB took the piss out of me mercilessly as I loaded it into his Saab for the journey home.
Determined to show him. I stripped, repolished and reupholstered it.
Two weeks later he saw it in our living room.
"Where did you get that? It's beautiful!"
With delight, I explained.
Neville Hunt 7 months ago
It still has pride of place in our living room.
Christopher 6 months ago
My dad was the exact same way. He was a whiz at restoring things.
Neville Hunt 6 months ago
It was the fact that Steve had taken the piss out of me all the way home that I wasted no time and was determined to show him. He has always envied it!