--- This post is adapted from a letter I wrote to a lovely man called Carl, who received my book A Rum Run Awry as a father’s day gift. When I came to write up the story for my blog, I realised that my letter to Carl was close to being the best summary I was capable of writing, so here it is. ---...
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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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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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