after a right royal week which see's me and jack into work at 0500hr's every day after an attempted break in where the bastard's cut off our data cable's and comm's including phone's, computer and alarm, at last it's friday so what better way of celebrating the weekend than starting it with some ink, knock off at 1400hr's after a shower and shave and down to see the 'world's most handsome man', my daughter, jess is already there after making the short walk from the town centre,  barse is in the 'seat of doom' on the receiving end of a right pasting on his half sleeve, he's already had four hour's worth on wednesday and he's back in for another four hour's worth on the same arm, respect due, your skin is already battered and tight from the previous session, quick brew and down to work, no matter how many tattoo's i've had before, the outline is a bitch, three needle's ripping into you, i fucking hate it, grit your teeth and get on with it, thirty minute later, i have the outline of a bosting hanya mask between the samurai, the geisha and the fighting rooster's, [ok, let's get the cock's joke out of the way again, done?, right, i'll continue.....] ben drop's a nine-mag in and the next four hour's disappear in a blur of piss taking, eating chocolate eclair's, drinking tea and country and western music on ben's 'secret tim mcgraw' i-pod.......