Not so much were I slept, more 'what happened when I was asleep'
Happy new year B3ta’ers!

Now, my story is a simple one, I got drunk at a house party and fell asleep in a chair, this was no bad thing as I had to get up to go to work the following day.

I woke up the following morning to find my ‘friends’ had drawn all over my face with a thick-tipped black marker pen. Usual malarkey, the word ‘twat’ over my forehead, fake ‘clown-tears’ on my cheek, a really rather badly drawn goatee beard on my chin, that sort of thing…

Anyway, I managed to get all of this off with some intense scrubbing, and despite my face being scrubbed to within a millimetre of bleeding; I got all of the offending marks off.

So, the journey into work on the bus, nothing much happened although I did get some strange backwards glances off a few passengers, but I thought nothing of it, why would I?

It was about lunchtime when I was approaching by my then manager, the sort of manager who tried way way too hard to be ‘right on!’ – but even he expressed some concern at my tattoo.

In fact, he said he was surprised he’d not seen it before.

I wasn’t sure what on earth he was talking about, so I enquired…

His response was something like this, ‘hey man, you know, it’s good we have different views and things, but I’m not sure how comfortable people are going to be working with a man who has a swastika tattooed on the back of their neck.’

Turns out I didn’t get all of the pen marks off, neither did I fully appreciate until that point, just how, if washed in part, black marker-pen ink can take on that faded ‘green’ of the classic prison tattoo, right in the middle of the back of my neck.

Oh, how we laughed…

L&G apols.

Mullered.
( JeffTheDogFucker Can you dig it?, Thu 4 Jan 2007, 11:57, Reply)