Before you get all excited, I'm talking about paint stripper not a sordid bar fight I lost.
I rashly decided to strip the paint off an old table of my mum's - just the top - baby steps and all that. After making a complete tit of myself at the hardware store, I started what I thought would be a quick, easy project. It's a flat table top after all.
It started badly with me getting the stripper on my fingers as the outer seal was leaking. After some cursing and some hurried wiping I then proceeded to slosh the stripper on the table with gay abandon and painted away. I set the timer and, ten minutes later, I went at the bubbling paint with the scraper.
It soon became obvious that, unlike encounters with other strippers, this wasn't going to be a quick, or easy, affair. In true McBride form, there were so many layers of paint I was convinced that, at one point, I was down the the Plascon version of the Paleozoic era.
Now I understand why people give this kind of thing over to professionals, but I read somewhere that you should try something at least once. And this will be once I can tell you.
Anyway, I'm sure that the burns on my leg will feel better tomorrow when I apply the second coat in a vain hope to reach the Mesosoic era. And some wood.
