His choice of colours left a lot to be desired but I did as I was bid. last thing was the name of said boat.
"Well, whats it going to be called then?" Oie enquired.
Four days later the frigging name was going to be Hermione only he wasnt sure how to spell it and I hadnt got a clue either. By this stage the boat was out in the open and painting a boat in December is not fun in any way shape or form. So I kept asking him what do you want to call it. He got a Sad on and said WHATEVER in that sarky tone so loved by smug gits.
Farking teach him!
As it was he took one look at it and shat a brick! Have since rectified the problem and it is now called Hermione with a few Roses plastered around the name. WHATEVER was wacked on just the one side in about twenty minutes whilst he buggered of shopping. The look of total Horror on his fizzog! Made Oie laff so it did!!! Arrrrr
Artist
Reminds one of the Yorkshire geezer. 
His wifey had passed on and he gave instruction to the local monumental mason as to the wording on her headstone. 
