New Set-Up.

I have looked at this floor and this wheel for a good few hours this year, but at least for the next couple of months I am free from it.

The floor belongs to Steve who owns Graven Images tattoo parlour, and Steve is pretty good with a needle. Just had my arm finished and I am so stoked on how it's come out. Having a finished tattoo is a whole lot more fun than a half finished one.

Roll on the next one...

Divvy up.

I've got 50 quid saved up.

£2999950 to go.

Watch all of this, it's amazing

Sunny Side Of The Street

If you ever need cheering up for any reason go and watch The Pogues in the mud and get real drunk. It'll work every single time.

Toys

I'm into the idea of buying up all the good shit you want before your babies arrive. Clyde got himself an Xbox, and Trapper just took delivery of his '79 Marshall head. I don't even play guitar, but I know I want one of these.

On the way to, and at work.

Graffiti is art. I believe this is a collaboration. 

Original Sunday Roast

The day started ninety degrees the wrong way, clothed except for trainers, after a night of two pound Red Stripes. Oh, and no phone. Nothing had to be done about anything until one, when we got roast beef and Yorkshire puddings. 

Went to see the Klimt show in Liverpool, then drove out to Crosby, along the A565 through huge brick buildings that looked as if they had led hard lives. Beautiful blackened warehouses left to rot in what will surely be their twilight years, unless they are destined to be appartments. Past the Liver building expecting Bruce Wayne to appear at any moment. Liverpool is an amazing city.

Walked along the beach to look at Another Place, take some photos, and sink in sand that was a lot like mud.