My pal Lisa came up to visit from London for a couple of days, and I took it upon myself to book us both in for a tattoo at North Sea.
Here’s Dan, setting up.
My pal Iain draws the some of the dumbest shit I’ve ever seen, and a few years back when we started getting tattoos together, I began getting his portraits of me on my arm.
I’ve got another couple lined up, and I’m sure it would be heavily narcissistic if the drawings actually bared any resemblance to me what-so-ever.
Lisa got herself a tiny triangle on her wrist.
Then it was back to the house for drinks. There might have been a lot of gin, and we drank out of only the finest skull and crossbones cups!
Then out, and the camera became a bit of a free for all.
morning afternoon, we had a little time to knock about before Lisa had to catch her train, so we had to find a carvery. Thankfully there was a pub around the corner for us to nurse our hangovers.
It wasn’t long before a drunk local made his presence known informing me “your friend is a ten, my God; Beauty.”, and that his own daughter was a bitch. Over, and over again. He meant no harm, a standard lone drunk in a pub, but I’d have gotten tired of him pretty quick if it wasn’t for Lisa casually dropping N.W.A references in her answers to his constant questioning. After a little chat he left.
Jeffels joined us afterwards, noticeably less animated. I’m sure he was everyone’s entertainment for almost the entirety of the party the night before.
I’m no stranger to travelling long distances, so always appreciate it when others put in that kinda time. Having done my fair share of insane journeys in the past I’m painfully aware of how tiring it can be, especially when you’re visiting someone just the one night!
Anyways, I’m sure it won’t be quite as long before we get together next for a bowl of mash and some gin.