As a follow on from the harling/sharp edges thread I am just going to tell a little story .
I would not recommend it, and am only telling it as a story.
Back in the days when things were a bit different on site, people were a bit more , shall we say, robust in dealing with things.
One trick that I heard about was this.
As we all know, site agents and builders now know less about plastering and trades in general than before, when they had worked as a chippy etc before becoming a site manager.
In those days, unlike now, most people knew that plaster was supposed to be a matt finish, not polished up like glass.
If a room looked right, it was right.
The first sign of someone who knows nothing about how to snag plastering is to go rubbing the walls as his first line of attack, using his hands.
The usual place for this to start was just beside the door, about knee to head height, rubbing up and down , while talking pretending to know what plastering was all about.
An agent in those days who was notorious for looking for a drink to pass houses, even on decent work, was making particular nuisance of himself on a site.
As we all know, plastering is the easiest trade in the world to snag if you look hard enough long enough.
The spread at the time just ignored him, and in the next house tapped a few small bits of broken glass into the wall at the right height, in the spot where our villain usually started - when the sirapite finish would ust take it
It stopped the agent rubbing walls for quite a while.
I have heard also that the corner of a razor blade does the same job, but have never seen that done.
Like I said at the start, just a story, not to be tried.
For the plasterer in question, it was more a Tale of the Expected
I would not recommend it, and am only telling it as a story.
Back in the days when things were a bit different on site, people were a bit more , shall we say, robust in dealing with things.
One trick that I heard about was this.
As we all know, site agents and builders now know less about plastering and trades in general than before, when they had worked as a chippy etc before becoming a site manager.
In those days, unlike now, most people knew that plaster was supposed to be a matt finish, not polished up like glass.
If a room looked right, it was right.
The first sign of someone who knows nothing about how to snag plastering is to go rubbing the walls as his first line of attack, using his hands.
The usual place for this to start was just beside the door, about knee to head height, rubbing up and down , while talking pretending to know what plastering was all about.
An agent in those days who was notorious for looking for a drink to pass houses, even on decent work, was making particular nuisance of himself on a site.
As we all know, plastering is the easiest trade in the world to snag if you look hard enough long enough.
The spread at the time just ignored him, and in the next house tapped a few small bits of broken glass into the wall at the right height, in the spot where our villain usually started - when the sirapite finish would ust take it
It stopped the agent rubbing walls for quite a while.
I have heard also that the corner of a razor blade does the same job, but have never seen that done.
Like I said at the start, just a story, not to be tried.
For the plasterer in question, it was more a Tale of the Expected
