Saturday 20^th March 2010

The postman needed a wheelbarrow. Two entire pages about that paint sample they made me send because they won’t believe the latest tin of HC92 they supplied for my stairs at a cost of £80 is not the same colour as the ones I’ve had before.

Actually postpeople have a wheelbarrow anyway, don’t they? See, how I get carried away.

Look at it! It’s graphed below.  ‘Dear Mr Egder’ for a start! Can you see that list a)b)c)d)?  Then they go as far as 1, 2, 3, 4. And bits actually in Greek.

As if I’d want to look at their website to find out about the Minolta Spectrophotometer.

It found variations even within my little paper sample of .28 Greek triangle thing, Greek E.

Overall my sample only varies by 1.57 Greek triangle thing, Greek E from paint mixed in mid 2002. Not enough apparently to justify a re-fund or another tin.

The detail!

But what about the facts, my darling Papers and Paints. My painter painted the stairs with the paint bought in 2006 or thereabouts, and finished the job with the new tin, currently in dispute.

Entirely different colour! Has a harsh spinachy hue. Quite visible to the naked eye.

Why is the eye always naked?  What would a clothed eye be?

I don’t believe a word of it. This Spectrophotometer is a figment of a crazed Professor-Brainstorm-style imagination. Then it’s just excuses, excuses, excuses. The minute people start up about the EU and pieces of legislation with numbers, we know exactly where we are.

I haven’t lost my reason, have I? If a Poor Little Rich Gay, or even an ordinary member of the public, buys a tin of paint from a shop and later on they buy another, it’s supposed to be the same colour, innit?

In a just world this letter would be evidence of insanity, provoking immediate binnage.

But I feel helpless. It’s the Smallmeal/Limpney drama all over again. I’m outmanoeuvred by an outfit with a Spectrophotometer, whether real or imagined.

I shall have to think of my next move.

Can you see the Greek?

EU regulations!

Can you See the Lists?