Klopf!

At least someone got it

Have 3, dont regret any..... celtic band, chinese dragon and one of my dog!

Oppo and I went for one after a few, he went first and i fell asleep in waiting room and the bloke refused to do mine as he thought I was too pissed, still never had one.

Brother in law had a viking done on his arm which looked great until you noticed the helmet had one horn and his ear had the other

Looks like biro?

Thanks for the 'shout out' as they say these days.. I feel that I keep myself in good shape, actually, and don't look a day older than 60 -- well, maybe 75...

Still working and contributing to society..trouble is, these days when I'm lecturing on 19th century warfare [ my area of expertise ] most of the audience thinks I'm speaking from personal experience...

once and for all.. I never rode with the 600..and Waterloo is a song by ABBA, IIRC..

sorry to say 8 of us young, thrusting Air Corps juniors decided, as we drank Becks beer by the crate everynight, that it would be "soo cool" to get their label tattooed on our upper left arms.
I have to tell people its my family coat of arms now and wonder where the other 7 labels are.

i have just also noticed how the hell have i only posted twice on here despite being a member for nearly 4 years .

Got a mate who has the symbols out of a clothing tab. An iron, wash at forty degrees sign etc. Says he had it cos its 'original'. Righ down the inside of his arm. Doesn't look bad eaither!

And another mate with a small moustache on his index finger so he can hold it under his nose. Good for a laugh now but maybe latr in life.....

I can recall a sailor who had 'I LOVE STEAK EGG AND CHIPS' tattoed on his forearm. Wonder what his grandchildren make of that now!

fuckmyoldboots - there's a coincidence; my Granddad had exactly the same story to tell about an American sailor in Burma .... and I didn't believe him either!

I have five - two on my chest, one on my lower back, one on my bicep, and one on my forearm.

I don't regret the hidden ones, but I do occasionally regret the one on my forearm. I occasionally think about getting it removed, and often feel self-conscious when people ask about it. Although now I'm in a career where it will hopefully be considered eccentric more than anything.

Got to admit there are a lot of good tats out there and some rate true artist accolades.. There's a guy who has been paid by some 'collector' to turn over his skin when he dies, suitable for framing, cause the tat artist's work is supposedly so unique...

There are a number of ' wimmen' in the Tat rags who have a good portion of their bod covered in ink, some of it quite impressive, but I got to think they'll be seen as quite odd round the retirement village when they hit 80 or so..[ then again.. randy old basterds in many of them might find it a late age turnon ]..

then there's always the cautionary tales of tats gone wrong/bad.. recall a 'famous' case of a young girl who was taken with a Chinese ' design' at a restaurant and had it replicated across one shoulder.

When dining out at another such establishment she was the cause of much mirth on the part of the Oriental staff.. turns out the device spelled out " One Sweet Dish " in the local lingo..

warning to all..

Mrs Ravers has a tat of a small chinese character on her shoulder. It means 'Mysterious' apparently. Having spoken to a Chinese oppo of mine it turns out it only means 'mysterious' in certain contexts and more commonly it means 'odd' 'bizzare' or even 'queer.'

Old housemate of mine was telling me about one of her colleagues - particularly slutty and not unattactive - who has her own name done across the top of her arrse. She probably got fed up of people forgetting her name when they'd rutted her...

One of my old mates from school who is now a bootie lost a bet with his muckers and had to have "Duke of York and Albany's Maritime Regiment of Foot" down his leg
pi55ed myself when i saw it

None on me, at least so far and I am getting a bit old for that sort of thing. When in graduate school, when using the lockers at the swimming pool, that a number of young athletes had a dead bulldog, paws in the air, done in blue ink on their arrse as Harvard's main rival is Yale and Yale''s mascot is the bulldog, blue the school color. At around that time my wife told me that all of the Harvard women's water polo team has the same dead blue bulldog, also on the arrse. I never spent much time in the ladies locker room so cannot give firsthand testimony on this.

Actually the only time I was in the ladies lockers at Harvard was the time my 3 year old son locked himself in a locker and panicked. Wife called me. i told her call the Boston Fire Department and started over from Cambridge. When I got there no BFD yet and I could hear the kid screaming from the lobby so I grabbed a prybar from the car trunk. I entered while shouting "man coming in! " I got the door open in about 10 seconds but there is no way Harvard could ever fix the locker door.

Thinking back I should have promised the kid a big ice cream if he did it again.

Looking at some tatt's on the net and I come accross some para tatt's,On closer inspection of one of the 'totan pole' design's I noticed that this particalar tatt had all the tour's printed either side on grave stone's,looked very nice except 'afghanistan' was spelt 'afganisan' and some other's were also spelt wrong.
Hope the para chap did'nt have to close a look and notice the mistakes!!

I don't claim to be the most well educated chap,but a tattoo artist......????

Funny you should mention that.

One large tattoo of a culturally significant religious icon on my shoulderblade (and it did look extremely classy in my wedding dress).

Three smaller ones: one a nickname that was given to me by the Swedes on my former hockey team, one originally drawn on a cocktail napkin in a dive bar when my best friend and I were drunk and discussing Australian aboriginal myths, and one that shall not be discussed.

NO ass-antlers.

I don't regret any of them because they all represent a different part of my life.

And yes, I do drink whiskey out of a boot.