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Right that's the tiling oot the way. But before we get down to the finale photo's look what I spotted on the way home today - this fun filled night out is next Friday at a church hall on the outskirts of Preston:

I won a mixed grill once at the Sea Cadets Christmas Tombola. Snorkers, chops and a tough steak which we used to fix a hole in the shed roof. So, the last week has been a whirlwind of tiling in which we practiced over 20 specialist styles and then promptly forgot the skills used in each one. I like this picture for its perspective of the training centre in which you can see thru the various 'bathrooms':


Notice those 45 degree mitres on the ceramic border into the window reveal? Fucking nightmare!
Box sections are a bugger to tile too as they are built to house waste pipes in bathrooms by builders who don't know how to use a spirit level:





Porcelain tiles on a bathroom floor with a 'mat' diagonal design. I never got round to grouting this beauty:




Sorry if all the tiling pictures have been a bit boring but that's my life at the moment (and I'm not complaining). Did I mention that there were at least three potential Triga (ooh look! October is council scum month!) models on my course? Well there were. Two were ex-forces and during a coffee break I heard one of them telling someone that over the last ten years he must have drunk gallons of spunk. Naturally my ears pricked up at this statement. Turns out that those wacky army boys think nothing of jerking off into their comrades drinks. He finished by saying that "I never let anyone make me a drink nowadays". Gallons was obviously an over-exageration.