Brutal Beauty

Yesterday I endured the final touches to Mr Peacock's plumage. This bad boy started life as simple black outline back in December. Now, 5 months later and after a total of 8 + 1/2 hours under the needle, here he is, in all his glory! He was a 30th birthday pressie from friends and family and I love him to pieces, so thank you to all of you - you know who you are!

Yesterday was the most brutal session - 3 + 1/2 hours filling in all the colour on my ribcage and the flowers next to my armpit and spine - OUCH!! Yes, it was painful - why do people always ask this questions? More specifically though, the bits closest to my waist and my spine were by far the worst. They were 'shout loud sweary words' painful and 'hope you don't knee the tattooist in the face' painful. On a par with my feet. My adrenaline was shot to fuck afterwards, so much so that when I went to pay, my PIN went straight oot ma heed. After feeling like a total fud I had to leave without paying. Epic FAIL. However, after tottering down to the cash machine on a rush of endorphins, it popped right back in and I was able to settle up before heading home to a giant Subway sandwich, 2 Anadin Extra and back to back episodes of ER season 1. Sweet. To top it all off, Mr G arrived home from work with a BOX full of delicious cupcakes - I had to get my sugar levels back up ;)

All the pain and glory was down to Mr Steven Wrigley, son of Terry Wrigley, at his Irezumi studio in Partick, Glasgow. Cheers Steven!

Today kicks off with a wee trip to the cinema to see Thor - I'm only going for the sweeties - and then an attempt to track down some decent hair-dye - even my 70 year old boss at work commented on my roots the other day! Then, after a few more Anadin, it's off to see some sleazy rock n roll courtesy of the Tragic City Thieves - bring it on!