When I was 16 in 19
57 I was an apprentice panel beater...
I didn't last long, about a year, it was a proper Arthur Daley setup, the 'spray booth' was just a rectangular room with barn doors at either end, the sprayer had paper masks , they went from spraying cellulose paint to 2 pack, the fumes were really bad
Within minutes I couldn't breathe, wheezing, it was awful so I packed it in
My final job was a car in the spray booth, rush job, T cut the body so I'm there rubbing away with a rag, it was a mini so I lean my arm on the roof, he didn't tell me the roof was still wet, I pull my arm off to a sound like sellotape off the roll, lovely impression of my overalls in the paint
Del started moaning so my **** this for 70p an hour head came out for the first time and I went home never to return
His dad worked there as well, must've been 80, he was a worse driver that his son, used to move cars in the garage by touch, crunch, crunch, backed into a stag, that car went out with more damage than it came in with.
Del Motors it was called, appropriately
There was a nutcase who worked there, my first day I walked over to the toolbox to get a spanner which set him off, oi they're my ******* tools, **** off you little ****
Lovely guy, went to prison before I left
Del ( of del motors) bought the Dino as a write off, front end shunt, it needed a bonnet, front wings and a front valance so he ordered them fron Italy, they cost a fortune
When they came they were just rough shaped panels which had to be fettled to make them fit
Nobody wanted to do it so they had to get someone in who'd done a bit more than put a bucket of wob in a cortina wing and made it look OK from 10ft away
It looked good when he sold it but they were welding the exhaust an hour before the buyer turned up, it sold for a few thousand, amazing what they're worth today