Our son Richard would be quite pleased if a called him a nutter. He certainly has a weird brain. One thing he sometimes tells us about is coincidences betwwen something he has been thinking and something that happens shortly after, generally something totally bizzare.
Well Richard's condition must be contageous, because we met up with him recently and now I've got it. It all started with the death announced this week of the actress Loretta Swit who older readers might remember at Major Margaret Houlihan aka Hotlips in the TV series MASH. Thinking about that brought about an earworm repeating in my brain
I ride an old paint
I lead an old Dan
I'm goin' to Montana
To throw the hoolihan
It's an old (100 years plus) cowboy song. I got it from Loudon Wainwright III, but it's been recorded by Woody Guthrie, Johnny Cash and many others. An 'old paint' is apparently a type of spotted horse, specifically a pinto (not a lot of people know that) and (even more obscure) according to Wkipedia:
'The hoolihan is a backhand loop thrown with a lariat, typically thrown to catch horses.'
Don't say you come here and never learn anything
So here comes the coincidence (well, sort of, but it would appeal to Richard). The red paint on bits of our boat (deck cants and handrails) is Hempel Bordeaux Red and it's quite hard to get hold of. The Hempel website led me to Uxbridge Boat Centre who indeed have the very paint I was looking for. However the cans had the date 2017 stamped on top. They didn't know if that was the date of manufacture or the UseBy date and so they were selling it off at half price (£16 instead of £32 or thereabouts) so I took a risk and bought two cans. That was four weeks ago, but only today were we in a position to put on some of the Old Paint. So guess what song was in my head as I was opening the tin?
Would it be a solid lump inside the tin? Had it turned to treacle? The tins certainly showed their age externally. Well no, it was absolutely perfect. Good as new! Nice and flowy and no sediment at all after the obligatory quick stir. The colour looked a bit off at first but as soon as we applied it we could see it was a perfect match. We looked at the weather radar and saw that we had a window of a few hours before the next rain and we set to work, me masking (trying to keep the tape straight is really hard, I had to keep remembering to breathe) and Kath following behind with the paintbrush.
The Old Paint went on like a dream and look at the result (thankfully it was dry on top when the rain arrived, so ignore the rain drops))
So now we're beginning to get somewhere. Another coat of red to follow. And more of it on the cants.
Maybe by the end of summer we'll be able to stop apologising for Herbie's scruffy appearance.