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    pain, gain and one more to go…

    Tattoo sittings, that is. After another three and half hours of diabolical and prickly unpleasantness (followed by an unprecedented sprint through Kings Cross station from the underground to avoid missing the last train home, which I hope I never have to do again) we now have some colour on – yay! Still no pictures, since it’s Not Finished yet –…

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    (my) summer in the city…

    Well technically it was summer, although the sight of the thunderstorms and torrential rain last Wednesday afternoon would make anyone fortunate enough to be on Manhattan island question the fact unless they were sitting in the middle of it, the temperatures being firmly in the mid 80’s (I myself being in the mid twenties, given that I spent a fair…

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    (still) no pain no gain…

    A quick update from my compact and bijoux semi-pod hotel room, mainly for those who have asked about the 40th (previously 30th, but got sidetracked) Birthday Tattoo… Well the pain isn’t quite over yet as sadly an unexpected technical hitch (not on my side I hasten to add, having not only spent the whole of Monday gearing up for three…