Maser started painting the car between rain showers this week. "It's a fucking cunt," he said trying to get the paint to go on evenly. Obviously my car doesn't make the most natural canvas.
A quick survey amongst friends seems to suggest the car rates pretty highly on the gay friendly stakes, so I won't be filling up on the Long Mile Road too soon. It's funny, in Ireland, a car like this turns more heads than a dinosaur pushing a pram down Grafton St, but in Berlin I'll probably pull in to park the thing and every second car will have a paint job.
