Let me tell you of my Weekend..
Hello all!
My weekend began, as is the norm, with Saturday. I got up fairly early and got the train up to Quakers Yard so that I might cycle not especially far to the climbing centre. Twas a wondrous occaision wearing my new rockboots which don't cause agonising pain and I did climb verily and it was good.
I then cycled back to Cardiff which was not such a wondrous affair. It was wet and windy and MUDDY oh and it hailed on my bare legs.
I ended up looking like this:
And then I took off my socks:
After a good shower and some tasty (and large) food I decided to leave the house so that I may be on time for my tattoo appointment.
I had given Justin an extra week to do the final alterations so to find him starting on them as I walked in the door was less than ace (but hardly suprising). It was 1550 before I hit the chair and the whole shebang took 3 and a quarter hours which was quite a while for a first time. My exact feelings went like this
1550: Oh crap this is going to hurt.
1550 - 1620: It's true what they say about the outline! OUUUUUUUUUCH!
1621 - 1800: Pah this is fine!
1801 - 1850: Although it is starting to pang a bit..
1851 - 1905: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVE TO HIGHLIGHT?? Surely that means going over the bits you've done already? OOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCHHHHH!!
1906: I GOTS A FREAKIN' TATTOO!!
I ended up looking like this:
By the time the close up one was taken I had got a serious case of the goose-pimples so it looks a hell of a lots more blotchy/dotty than it actually is. I like it though and will be intersted to see what it looks like once it's totally healed.
Also Justin wants to get a professional photo done for his portfolio which is pretty sweet!
The aftercare routine and the not-lying-on-it thing are a bit of a an arse but regardless I am chuffed!
DuNkx
My weekend began, as is the norm, with Saturday. I got up fairly early and got the train up to Quakers Yard so that I might cycle not especially far to the climbing centre. Twas a wondrous occaision wearing my new rockboots which don't cause agonising pain and I did climb verily and it was good.
I then cycled back to Cardiff which was not such a wondrous affair. It was wet and windy and MUDDY oh and it hailed on my bare legs.
I ended up looking like this:
And then I took off my socks:
After a good shower and some tasty (and large) food I decided to leave the house so that I may be on time for my tattoo appointment.
I had given Justin an extra week to do the final alterations so to find him starting on them as I walked in the door was less than ace (but hardly suprising). It was 1550 before I hit the chair and the whole shebang took 3 and a quarter hours which was quite a while for a first time. My exact feelings went like this
1550: Oh crap this is going to hurt.
1550 - 1620: It's true what they say about the outline! OUUUUUUUUUCH!
1621 - 1800: Pah this is fine!
1801 - 1850: Although it is starting to pang a bit..
1851 - 1905: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVE TO HIGHLIGHT?? Surely that means going over the bits you've done already? OOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCHHHHH!!
1906: I GOTS A FREAKIN' TATTOO!!
I ended up looking like this:
By the time the close up one was taken I had got a serious case of the goose-pimples so it looks a hell of a lots more blotchy/dotty than it actually is. I like it though and will be intersted to see what it looks like once it's totally healed.
Also Justin wants to get a professional photo done for his portfolio which is pretty sweet!
The aftercare routine and the not-lying-on-it thing are a bit of a an arse but regardless I am chuffed!
DuNkx