Unfinished Project [Part Two] Getting There.

 friday night and we take a flyer, up to the unit where the sprayer hobbit bloke ply's his trade, park up the trusty polo and tip-toe  into the flourescent lit cave, i'm peering into the half-light and then i hear it, 'oh my precious, oh my precious, blend 'ye colour shades, eye of newt, bladder of sheep, blacker than a black thing with extra added black, blacker than a goth's diary, blacker than the dirty red dog's chance's of maintaining championship status, black, black, black.......with some shine'  [not sunnnnnshiiine like an oasis track] but, shine, like, like, like, shiny black stuff, then, i spot him, he's cowering in a corner, swigging thinner's from a bottle, 'what you wanty?] 'ey up mate, bought you a tank fairing and seat in for a spray job the other week, you said it would be ready today?' 'never seen you before in my life' [manic laughing, another swig of thinner's] 'not me mate, my mate dangerous', i point at dangerous who is trying to work his way towards the door and do a runner, 'aaaah, i remember him, yes, done it, it's over here', i pay the man and we make a hasty retreat, painter's, rare, rare as a very rare thing, he snatches the cash money and goes back to his corner, 'thank you' i offer, 'do you want a swig of this mate' he say's, be rude not to..........