Bossman75

The 10th London International Tattoo Convention, the greatest, most respected and prestigious body art convention in the world, is to be held on 26th, 27th and 28th September 2014 at Tobacco Dock, 50 Porters Walk, London E1W 2SF. When The London Tattoo Convention was established a decade ago, it was estimated that one in eight of all British adults had been inked. In 2010 it was guesstimated that a fifth of all adults had got at least one tattoo, and now it is estimated that at least a third of all British adults have gone under the needle. It comes as no surprise, therefore, to hear that attendance figures have risen from 3,500 at original venue The Old Truman Brewery ten years ago, to well over 20,000 at the vast, picturesque setting of Tobacco Dock last year. Sabina Kelley an elegant and sensual statuesque platinum blonde pin-up girl with singular grace and style, has been chosen to star as fairy godmother of this year’s convention. A hugely succes...

Whilst I'm working on a post of personal reflection and spirituality, I figured I'd update the blog with some throw away posts to sort of ease my way back. The blog is intended to reflect my interests as well as what's going on in my life. I e-stumbled across the sale at Stylecreep.com and in particular these jeans from Levis Vintage Clothing . If I had a jeans fund it would be wisely spent on one or all of these - LEVI'S VINTAGE CLOTHING SS14 1954 501 JEANS RODEO £198  £99 LEVIS VINTAGE CLOTHING 1954 501 XX SELVEDGE JEANS BEEBOP £200.00 £89.00 LEVIS VINTAGE CLOTHING 1954 501 JEANS SELVEDGE REMEMBER ME £220.00 £95.00 The problem with having an interest in quality denim is that once you buy a pair, or even two, they never die. Meaning I have no reason to buy any more other than to take up space I don't have, spending money I never had. Peace. Bossman75

This short series of posts is based on the frivolous spending of £1,000,000. Assuming all my other requirements were taken care of and family sorted out. The reality is that should we have a million from say a lotto win we'd spend it on making our lives better, not necessarily more fun or flashy. In the interest of entertaining you I shall spend as much as I can in as few posts as possible without being unrealistic in what I'd buy. To start, and likely to make the biggest dent, like any episode of MTV Cribs you must have vehicles. Having never been an enthusiast I must say as I've matured a few have caught my attention.  Here are a few modern choices to suit and classics I loved growing up purely for nostalgic sake. Maserati Granturismo MC Stradale - £85,000   Harley Davidson Street Bob - £10,995 plus £700 for DAS 5 day course   Ford F150 SVT Raptor - £ 26,000 plus shipping and import cost guess-timate £5,000   They should ju...

Straight out the casket, rising up Open up your eyes, can't you see me What the fuck is this madness Pick up my bones Erase my name from off the tombstones Alive and kicking Breathin' the air Call out my name punk And I'll be there No question My suggestion to the action Caught smack dab in the middle of the blastin' Messin with me You're messin' with the best Blaow! You're takin' two shots to the chest -House of Pain - "Back From The Dead" Reports of my blogging demise have been exaggerated, once again. I've been away with the family to the Isle Of Wight. I've chosen a handful of what I considered interesting snaps from visits to a Roman villa, Blackgang Chine, Robin Hill and Osborne House. Peace.

Sunday 9th March 2014

I'm sceptical about any music award shows, their legitimacy overall even down to the alleged public voting. Having made this clear, I can't recall ever watching the BRITs on TV to be honest, or really caring much about winners of the awards. I put my hand up to being somewhat of a music snob, not entirely convinced by award shows in general and not often moved by popular chart music. I gave up on commercial radio some time ago, even now listening to Radio6 is getting somewhat repetitive. So having said that, the last place I imaged I'd be on the evening of February 19th was suited up, with the wife and enjoying the ceremony, live at the O2. Yes you read that right, I was not only there, but I'm also not ashamed to say that I enjoyed it. A lot has to be said about having the wife (certified  MILF ) in a sexy outfit and ridiculous heels, plus a good few pints to help reach that conclusion, however the live performances certainly sealed the deal. If I hadn't wo...