gingerheadman

I woke up this morning ahead of my alarm clock, which surely would have been ignored. I woke up because my mum came into my room to tell me that my work had just called to ask, if I knew there was a meeting in thirty five minutes.
'No', I said.

Having to go downtown anyway within the next hour or so to line up in pergatory to renew my passport, I decided to go to my work meeting. The meeting was short and I really didn't need to be there. The whole shindig was that our pub has been purchased from the prime pub corporation, and is now independantly owned as part of the Prime Pub franchise. That's it.
This changes nothing.

Anyway, I went to the passport office only to find that I was missing some forms. So, I picked up the required paper and then went to blacks to pick up my tired looking passport headshots.

After several hours of wandering and three visits to cottage 13 during whatever availability Shaun the artist had for further consoltation and confirmation of my appointment, I am now the proud new owner of some blue ink on my upper-mid left forarm.

Sweet.

It's been sixteen months since my last tattoo, and though I'm in no expressed hurry to cover my limbs with design....I did miss the feeling because...

...I fucking love the feeling. Nothing compares.

When the new ink isn't so fresh, and whenever I figure out how to make my images the right size for posting, I'll definately update with some colourful images.
Till then

"keep fit and have fun"