Thursday, 19 April 2007


I'm afraid Mitch wins. If I had £6 a month spare I'd give it to him. Not only did he offer to buy me a pint down the pub but he also offered to get my name tattooed on his body. That of course prompted me to ask whether or not he had any tattoos. He did not need any persuasion to strip off in the middle of Boscombe to show me and was more than happy for me to photograph them. I then showed him mine and he said it was cute. So he wins.

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