I hate it, I hate it so. The paint dries, the sheen is uneven, there’s this ‘flashing’, while other parts are thin and need another coat and then there are lap lines, then you take off the tape and some paint’s seeped under, some of the tape is caught under the edge of the paint, some of the paint taped over has come off with the tape.
I hate it. I fucking hate it. I would hate to be a decorator almost as much as I’d hate to work in removals. Oh my Lord that would be torture, a life of backache and crushed toes and nipped fingers, hauling two-hundred-weight wardrobes up and down stairs.
Fuck that, man.