saturday comes, i'm bored now, roll on the new football season, it's all motorcycles at the moment, another hot, clear blue sky day, it's unatural i tell you, riding around in 501's, plain white tee's and cat boot's, where's the rain? over to ben's at roadhouse tattoo, need a catch-up, he's tattoing luke, another mate, i remember luke asking me all about tattoo's, all the usual question's, 'does it hurt?' well, squeeze me, baking powder, you are going to get your epidermis punctured with a row of sharp needles at fifteen hundred revolutions per minute, cause it's going to hurt soft lad! i tried my hardest to put him off i promise, but, in the end it comes down to you are either tattooed or you ain't, to me being tattooed is about claiming your own identity, you only ever hear scaredy-cat's saying 'you'll regret it when your old' well, here's what i think, i am old, i've got a lot more regret's than being tattoooed and if i could start again, i would. anyway, all-in-all, a great afternoon of talking bikes, bollocks, riding and drinking tea, a perfect summer day..........
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