'Operation: Door Paint!'

You may (or may not) have noticed a lull in the exciting and usually oh so lively TomRob blog, however do not fear!

My promised second part of the previous post is on its way, just postponed slightly, for now I'll run you through this past week. There was much confusion over the schedule, which meant from the original provisional committee, only three of the members (myself, Antonia and Callum) actually showed up on the Monday- then there were the ones who came for the next meeting a day early. As a result we took immediate action, Justice League style; timetables were drawn up, including a rota sheet, as well as a price list.

Things seemed to be going swimmingly - until we came up against our very own deadly Kryptonite, what I dub 'Operation: Door Paint!'.

I hear you cry 'Tom! You sad bastard!', but please bear with me. The entire team of third years gladly and dutifully painted the floors and doors during the assessments, a few weeks ago, little did we know what a farce it would turn out to be.

So why am I complaining about it, and just what is William Shatner doing in my post?

I recently rewatched The Enemy Within - a very early example of Star Trek at its best, in it Captain Kirk gets duplicated into two separate Kirks, now I'll liken this to our friend, the floor paint. 

It is a gorgeous slate blue in colour, in The Enemy Within, the only visual difference between each Kirk, is their attire - a gold tunic and a green tunic, however their mentalities couldnt be more different. One holds the good, and the other the bad - in essence, two sides of the same coin. In our studio we were given many superficially exact tins ominously titled 'Grey - Floor Paint', so we slapped it on.

This is where things turned ugly, because upon reaching the studio the very next day we saw many shades of grey, it seems they passed through the very same transporter which separated Kirk!

We all assumed it was two differing colours, one the lighter door paint the other being the true floor paint, I can now disclose however it was infact all floor paint. The secret seems to be intermixing each tin with the others (due to their being different batches of the same paint, accounting for the colour shift).

Antonia and I located the elusive door paint just yesterday and retouched the tarnished doors, thus restoring balance to what we call the Fletcher tower.