This story is not a million miles away from the topic of wine, so that's why I've chosen this thread.
I have a surfing buddy who's sister had an over abundance of wine because her and her late husband had a vineyard, semillion I think, so my buddy got a still and started using it to make Brandy some months ago.
Fast forward to this morning, and I call him to see what he's doing as regards getting a wave, he said he could not do much because another mutual friend and surfing buddy had a nasty fall from a ladder and was in hospital with broken ribs and a punctured lung. Turns out he had just taken vacant possession of a shop and was trying to get it fixed up. While he was up a ladder taking down the old adhesive sign on the glass above the door with a hair dryer, he took the tumble and ended up in Mona-Vale Hospital.
Just so you know, this is not some millionaire retailer, he's a battler who lives in an old bus and would have struggled to put this deal together, with no certainty of a good outcome.
My mate was trying to finish the refurb of the shop by getting stuck into the painting, I had a few hours to spare, and so did another one of us. The other two looked after the painting while I concentrated on getting rid of the sign, scrapping years of dirt off the window frame and glass, popping a few seals back into place end getting the AC unit cleaned and working.
Okay, the scene is finally set.
Buddy number 1 thinks we may be in need of some fortification, so he breaks out a hip flask with a sample of his last batch, I take a small swig, and straight away I begin to lament the loss of a functional esophagus, buddy number 2 takes a swig, and once again, moans in pain. Neither of us request a follow up taste and we get back to our jobs.
There was a lot of residual glue of the glass, both from the stick on sign and from celotape that the previous people had been using to hang posters. I've got plenty of good products at home to fix this problem, but the most we had was turps and it was not really doing the job.
Then my mate says, why don't you try the Brandy, so I figure "why not" it did a pretty good job of removing the lining from my throat.
I sh!t you not boys and girls, this stuff was bloody brilliant
I had everything off in no time flat, I told him he's better off using it as a paint stripper than drinking the bloody stuff