When I were a lad I came home from the pub one night, reasonably well popped up..and decided..cos I was in a reet good mood..to wallpaper the small bathroom I had there and then...I was so proud of my wallpapering when I eventually got to bed about 3 am.
When I awoke next day and the fog had cleared a little from the grey matter I was horrified to see I had not put a single strip of wallpaper on even remotely straight. I think the Tate gallery would have paid good money for my appalling efforts.
moral of story..Beer and decorating rarely go together. My mates used to come round specially to view my 'Modern Art' and plenty of laughs were had..quite deservedly..at my stupidity.. When i'd saved a few pennies..I redecorated PDQ.
When I awoke next day and the fog had cleared a little from the grey matter I was horrified to see I had not put a single strip of wallpaper on even remotely straight. I think the Tate gallery would have paid good money for my appalling efforts.
moral of story..Beer and decorating rarely go together. My mates used to come round specially to view my 'Modern Art' and plenty of laughs were had..quite deservedly..at my stupidity.. When i'd saved a few pennies..I redecorated PDQ.