The last two days have been...uncomfortable. I feel like I have been flayed. The result, however, is staggering. Day Five of My Meatshop Tattoo Having spent much of yesterday transcribing runes, Peter is keen to get as much dotwork done as possible today. In theory, that is great. In pr...
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This week, I flew back to Copenhagen to finish my tattoo at the mighty Meatshop. The plan was for three more days of dotwork (two black and one colour), followed by a fourth day when Vikki would get her back-piece finished. I knew I was in for a rough few days. But exactly how rough...? I...
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At long last, I have crafted the perfect job application. I have sent it to half a dozen companies today, expect at least fifty interviews by the end of the week and would be surprised if I am not offered the newly created position of World Presidency by 2015. Do feel free to borrow and adapt it ...
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Today, I am getting tattooed. I don't know the design yet. In fact, there isn't one. Thus, the Guild. I am also in Denmark, in a shop owned by my favourite tattoo artist: a man whose work Vikki and I found entirely independently when showing each other some of our favourite pieces whilst in ...
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If you say you'll do a thing, you should do that thing. Otherwise why bother saying anything at all? Your word is as good as meaningless. Thus the Guild; thus I live. Or so I thought. Then one day, tattoos came up in conversation...and guess what I found myself saying... [divider] Whe...
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It's January again; the time of year when everybody 'resolves' to do something life-changing. Normally, this is because a few days of summarising our annual news for friends and family forces us to acknowledge our own inactivity and apathy, which immediately disgusts us and makes us want to chang...
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After appearing on House Hunters International a few weeks ago, I have received lots of very kind messages from people who saw the show. This rocks! I can't express how grateful I am for the show of support; it's hard to stay convinced I'm doing anything worthwhile, so hearing that some peop...
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Everybody knows that we Guildsmen honour the Full Moon and, in return, are blessed with twice our normal strength beneath its glow (when it bothers coming out from behind the clouds). I am not a man prone to 'freaking', but when I discovered that January-2014's Full Moon (the Wolf Moon) lands exa...
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The day after Gay Bum's first gig after 2 years was as painful as expected. In part, this is because Phill decided he needed to fight me until the wee hours of Saturday morning... Otherwise, it was the massive excess of drinking that destroyed me. Oh and the gig itself. I had honestly and embarra...
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Wellington. I turned up here on a whim to see Tenacious D and, a week later, I cannot leave. Every day, I wake up in time to check out of my hostel, intent on leaving the city... Every night, I check back into my hostel and vow to leave on the morrow. It is no use. I am smitten. I spend...
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I don't know if this is a real thing...but I think I might be exhausted. It feels a bit like my body is shutting down; my legs aren't working properly, every part of my lower back aches for reasons I don't understand and the space between the roof of my mouth and my eyeballs feels like it is ...
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The time has come. As this post goes live, I will be taking to the skies (in a plane - I've left my cape at home) to fly 10,000 miles in search of adventure. To be honest, it's scary. It's a long way to go and I'm going alone. It is, however, necessary. Sometimes, you realise you have stopp...
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