head bangin'

so, i  had no appointments booked in today, which was kinda shitty. got a walk in pretty early on, managed to get 2 designs done.... finished this off, which i hadn't even lined yet....

i didn't have any of my pencils at the shop, so had to use a half empty 10 pack thats been in my cupboard for as long as i can remember. the only colours were brown, yellow, blue and a grey pencil that was just scratchy as hell. hence the colour scheme. tell ya what, if i did all my paintings/drawings in almost monotone.... i would have a lot more free time. i like my colours though, and i like using up time..... so don't expect more like this.

(it's not that warped in real life, but it's a photo so the page curled up a lil'.)

anyways, just as i thought that was my lot.... i got this super fun walk in....

amazing how a good head tattoo can lighten your mood. i really really enjoy tattooing heads, and most definitely do not get the opportunity to do enough. *hint hint* people....

well i never

so, seems Sharron's sailor girl tattoo i did a while back got featured in this here issue of Bizarre's tattoo special.

sweet as! Flattered, slightly astonished, bemused maybe. yes, bemused.

also super amped about this

and couldn't be more humbled by the testimonials that got sent in. so to whoever sent them.... i'm really flattered. you're too kind.

spermicidal tendencies

so.... long story short. kirsty was tattooing Rufe a few weeks back. maybe it was months... anyways, it was a while ago. He was talking about someone getting a sleeve ... or back piece (my memory fails me... much like a lot in my life).... of "japanese sea men" now see.... i heard "japanese semen" .... so this is how the story started.

once upon a time, there was a girl with bad memory, bad hearing, and a bad mind.

so i drew a japanese semen. and today, at work, me n kirsty had some free time, so she tattooed a japanese semen on me and i drew up an english semen for her.

here's me doing the deed on kirsty....

and here's her english semen.

kirsty doing the deed on me (apologies for the socks, at no point this morning whilst getting dressed did i ever... in my wildest dream.... expect my sock to be a subject of a photograph. )

and there's my newest addition. cheers kirsty.

in other news, i saw this lil' guy about a month ago, and just noticed the photo on my phone while pulling off todays cum shots. 

poor little guy. 

til next time.... the end.

also, just spotted this on lords blog. sweet photos. try n spot me. i'm super hard to spot, eh?

i should be drawing... not blogging....

so quick post as i have design homework i should be doing..... but here's a fun 1-shot i did today. was odd, the reference he sent through was very traditional, flat colour etc, but once he got in the chair he was open to more shading/tonal value/colours, so it ended up being a lot more enjoyable for me to do. super nice customer. good stuff. he even put up with me playing ELO on the stereo. yup.

fact, not fiction. truth, not lies...

wow, been a pretty crappy week or 2. found out some really awful news about not one but TWO people i know. not good at all. won't blog all about that though, so instead, i will blog about burgers, bb guns and backstage.

so Anna recently insisted we go try this "amazing" burger joint. it was pretty amazing, all though the waitress didn't put me at rest.

me (to waitress) : "i'm really excited to be eating here! i've heard SO MANY good things about this place!"
waitress : 'hmmm, well see if you feel the same way after you've eaten.'

hmmmm. odd. very odd indeed.

the food was good. the waitress was weird. 

anyways, we then went for 'hard shakes' in the Diner. they do the best alcoholic shakes ever. EVER.

also saw this.... (if u haven't seen this movie you won't get the reference. and you should be ashamed. )

along the way we bumped in to a few other people we know, and before i knew it, all the pubs were closed. luckily, i had been tipped an entire bottle of rum for tattooing Ely, so had that in my backpack, and a friend who lived across the road. So to his flat we ventured, where he decided to get his super crazy collection of gas powered BB guns out. yup. Mike shot Pieman in the face. TWICE

went something like this.....

mike (shoots gun)..... 

pieman (clutches face and roars in agony)

mike "it's not loaded!"

me (looking at simon....) 'i think it is'

mike shoots his own hand... ''oh fuck''

yeah. so if the police need an official report. use this blog post. Pieman's fine, although he looks like a thug. 

Last night we went to see ~The Filaments, The Skints, and Capdown.......

after a bit of a mission to get backstage, we managed, and the view is always awesome from side stage.

'twas a good night. 

i wasn't even that set on going, but i couldn't resist a rocking Sunday roast, and seeing as we ate down the road, it seemed a waste not to make the most of the ensuing musical wonders of days of yore. 

was a really odd gig to see in this day and age, seeing as the Filaments n Capdown were playing shows i was frequenting 10 years ago, but it was nostalgic to say the least, and good to bump into some old faces i hadn't seen in a while.

weird thing happened last night though. (Pieman is convinced whenever I'm around, weird shit happens) and i was starting to think he was exaggerating... however, i don't think u can get weirder than this....

so before we got backstage, we were stood by the sound booth on the 1st tier (or "shelf" as the guitarist from the Skints called it?! so London, innit) and i see this super creepy man. i turn to Pieman and whisper "10 o' clock, serial killer, true story" he turns, and agrees the man is very conspicuous....

anyways, later on, while we r stood side of stage, HE'S there, behind us.... once more. now I'm pretty sure he wasn't with the bands, or friends of the band like the rest of us.... but we just shrugged it off. 

later that night, after the gig, we go for some non-wallet raping drinks, and who's there? the creepy serial killer guy. again. too weird. anyways, a few hours pass, i get caught up in conversation, and miss the last train by a whisker. shame. i always forget this country opens and closes on Sundays in accordance to an outdated religious time frame. oh well. so i waited a good while for a night bus, boarded night bus, and fell asleep. i live at the last stop, so this never proves problematic, and sleep does help pass time don't you know. anyways, end of line, the driver comes to wake me up..... you guessed it. 

THE CREEPY SERIAL KILLER STALKER GUY WAS MY NIGHT BUS DRIVER

you couldn't write this stuff. 

although in blogging about it, i have now written it, but i can assure you it is not fiction, it is me recanting the strangest thing.....

very strange.

So tonight, the Aggrolites r playing the Underworld, but i've been feeling all gigged out recently, so think i'm gonna give it a miss. i bought a book this week, listing London's nicest pubs, and i think i may take it upon myself to go find a few, and just sit and read or draw instead of frequenting gigs. Saying that, i am going to see Death Cab next week, which i am super excited about seeing! No rest for the wicked i guess. 

better late than never

so, yesterday was Day of the Dead, and here's what i did today. fun lil back of arm 1-shot. photo looks a little warped, he was resting his arm on a rest.... i should have taken it with him standing. *slaps wrists*

i have also come to realise that when ur machine is spitting all the way up your arm to your SLEEVE it's about time for new bands. 

in other news, got on the list for the King Blues, who i mention fairly often on here, but they are my friends, so harmless plugging is allowed, surely?

it is an odd feeling watching people you grew up with be adored by 40 year old men and kids alike. very odd indeed. 

also odd watching the gig with Al (people will know why, if u know the lyrics to "hang the landlord" hahaha)

so the after party was gash, and packed, so we headed to a regular pub where i met the most awesome dog ever! so friendly. 

yup. that's all folks.

trust me, i'm a doctor

First things first, but not necessarily in that order.
Doctor Who

So, yesterday i travelled across London to visit this. Well worth the tube time, and not everybody can say they got to fly the tardis (which really is much bigger on the inside might i add) no camera trickery involved whatsoever.

not everyday u get to high 5 a scarecrow. unless i suppose u r a farmer, with a field, and in the field is housed a scarecrow, offering a hand. but, yeah, other than that, not every day.

i could have totally taken on this Dalek.  c'mon 2 fists vs. a toilet plunger and a whisk? place ur bets.

i knew wearing my Peter Davison t shirt would come in handy. he was the doctor the year i was born. true story.

best toilet sign EVER.

i wish i coulda brought milo to meet K9 :(

i think the only thing i didn't enjoy about the "experience" was the obese sweaty dude who took a million photos of everything, and was whistling out of his nose at an obscene decibalic rate that could rival a tornado.

as u can see, most of the exhibit (except for the old Daleks and the old Tardis') were from the newest Doctor's escapades. i'm ok with that though, Matt Smith is a sharp dresser, and even with sunken eyes he can totally pull off that bow tie. no mean feat if i may say so myself.

they had this weird "walk like a monster" seminar video, and as u can see, the mirrors used in that room were.... ghetto to say the least. did make for a good photo op though!

this was taken in front of a green screen. i make a pretty convincing weeping angel. loving how the guy behind the photo booth got all photoshop happy and even made me black n white over there. bless.

and how rad is my new mug WITH lid! gotta love a mug with a lid.

so today at work i got a pretty awesome surprise in the post. only a manfriend.

Yeah, Hana sent me this man friend in the mail. he'll do for now, not so keen on the ginger, nor the beard, but apparently he's an excellent scrabble player, so that's something.