What an exhausting day. I've had Tarbie, that Davidson bloke, a spookily accurate Brucie, and Jimmy Cagney, who turned into Mick Jagger. For some reason, I was spared Tom Jones. Apparently Charlie's Tom Jones bottle went, whatever that means.
Still, he seems do be doing a thorough job of the painting. So far he's painted a wall, the carpet, and most of the television. And he's already spotted several examples of previous defective workmanship, which he insists require 'de-berking'.
Looks like he'll be here for a while.