Some bloke phoned me last week (he knows someone I know so thinks we're best mates) and said he had stripped all the paper off his lounge and he was left with a few holes where he could see the bricks and numerous cracks. When I told him I couldn't do anything til October he tried telling me it was "literally 2 hours work" When I pointed out it was more like 2 days and gave him a ballpark figure I could hear him physically gagging. What a prick. Needless to say he blagged his way out of it saying he couldn't wait until October so would find somebody else. Oh yeah, and his sister needed some work doing as well. I nearly dropped everything and went running when he dangled that carrot in front of me. Butt munching arse wipe.
