Boredom again :P


Maybe I’ll stop painting the bike one day NOT!!
This version is Protec base black under SFX Blue Pearl in Protec Top Coat Clear. Next comes the flamenco dancer on the top of the tank and the word ‘Gitana’ on the sides – I’ve just got to decide what she’ll look like, which may well take me forever :P. You can also see the 4″ forward control extensions that make the ride sooooo much more comfy.

Either way, the airbrushing will be done with my trusty Iwata HP-C Plus with Iwata Medea Com-Art and Createx paints.

1999 XVS1100 Blue Pearl Over Black 1999 XVS1100 Blue Pearl Over Black


Playing silly buggers again

Seeing as boredom is setting in, I decided to sod about with Poser and came up with this image. It’s pretty basic but makes a good wallpaper 😛

Troglodyte made with Poser


How close to Sinultimata Are We Going To Get?

Just got the quarterly leccy bill, $522 – that’s obscene when you consider that there are only two adults here and I barely watch TV which apparently is the biggest user of household electricity apart from things like fridges etc.

I was standing outside earlier and the way things are going, it reminded me of a paragraph or two or three from Sinultimata, a short story I wrote (and published so it’s well def copyright) in 2004;

“Echoing sounds of steel shutters bellowed across the darkening sky, as the sun seemed to force its escape on the horizon. Dull streetlights flickered into life, their weak illuminations a direct cause of power being directed to the more affluent suburbs so they could retain their twenty-four hours of daylight and security.

The howling of the security dogs, if one could call them that, pierced the night sky as they crawled from their fortified cages below the suburban houses. These were no ordinary guard dogs; they made the Pit-Bull of the late twentieth century seem like cuddly puppies. Even their owners, safe in their cocoons of steel and cement, never ventured outside while these beasts patrolled the high fenced gardens.

Gone were the days when children played in the streets against a backdrop of chattering women as the sun dipped low in the west. Gone were the days when children could safely walk and play in the streets at dusk, the orange glow of the sun their forever friend and guide – it was a sad day indeed when the government widened the gap between the haves, and the have nots.

Samuel preferred a non-confrontational lifestyle, but it rarely happened that way although his wealthy appearance did help on occasion. His ankle length leather coat and polished boots left him well out of place in this canyon of high wire fences and rabid dogs, but he enjoyed the silence it brought.

Rounding a corner he saw there, in the distance, the nightly group of well-heeled brats as he called them, four teenage boys and three girls – their designer label clothes completely out of place in this area of no name foods and people who threw their new born to their guard dogs to rid themselves of one more mouth to feed. . .

If you want to read the rest, you’ll have to buy the book – maybe it’ll help me pay me leccy bill 🙂

Anyhoo, as far as I’m concerned the Labor party and the Liberal’s for that matter – no let’s make that ALL politicians can go ‘expletive’ ’emselves then base jump from their ivory towers – just do us all a a favour and forget your parachutes!!


New Paint

Or part thereof 😉

Just started respraying the bike, it’s now a deep blue metallic with the beginnings of a Gitana/Flamenco dancer on the tank, with the Cross of Asturias (Cruz de la Victoria) on the rear guard. I knew it wouldn’t take long before I decided to change the old paint job 😛

Didn’t like it – starting again 2-1-11

Just gotta add the faces and a few tiny touchups and this is done.


Part 1 FIN YIPPEE - I can finally (well tomorra) get the XVS1100 back together again!!

1999 Yamaha XVS1100

1999 Yamaha XVS1100


Well, The Leg’s Been Started


That’s the easiest way to put it. From something that wasn’t that big on me thigh, it now starts about inch, maybe an inch n arf below me hip and goes down to about the same distance from me knee and wraps around me leg – talk about a cover up 🙂 It was sposed to be a koi but coz of the large Kanji I ended up having to use the logo for Cardiff City Football Club – just took it outta the shield – ehh you’ll see it soon enuff.

Cardiff City

I ended up pikin out and not finishin it, about all I can remember from when it was bein done was “f**k me, yagaf**k, for f**k sake” I think you get the picture. Anyway, it’ll get finished at the end of next week, it’ll be healed enough by then and I’ll post the before and after shots.

While I’m waitin for that to heal, I’m gunna get the memorial tattoo for my tad-cu on my right calf tomorrow – he was in the Merchant Navy, died in 1939 so I never got to meet him. It’s a modified traditional design, the same basic design is going on my left calf as a memorial for my other tad-cu who passed away in 1952, someone else I didn’t get to meet. He was in the Pioneer Corps so the ship from the one that’s going on me right calf is being replaced with the Corps badge and the young lady has lost her naval hat in favour of a beret – oh what fun 🙂

This is what they look like
Both Leg Designs


Time For More Ink

Actually a cover-up, I’ll post before and after pics tomorrow, I’m covering up the one on right right upper thigh, a japanese poem and some Kanji characters that I’ve just outgrown, plus the fact I did it meself so I was working upside down 😛 over 15 years ago. They’re being covered up with a rather large koi and associated water, that should be fun NOT 🙂 – at least it’s being done by another artist. . .

I just hope me back can handle layin in the one spot for ages, the bloody sciatica is playin up again. . .


Well this afternoon was fun

A fella who got the outline for a tribal sleeve dropped in a good few weeks back and asked if I could fix it seein as the boofhead that did it originally made a right balls up of it. He just wanted black but after a bitta yakkin he decided on blue tips with green.

The only problem is as you can see in the photo, the upper part of the arm needs work as the dipstick that did it confused his lines (you can’t see that) and an inner section that is sposed to be colour runs in to an open area that then becomes a coloured area so it’s going to be fun sorting that out. He also left a bloody big hole so Mark, the owner of the arm asked if I could stick a clown in it which I duly did 🙂 It’s getting there, I’ll be glad when it’s done (all colour and re-lined) and healed so you can see how bright the green is, it makes the bloody clown pop. A mate of his (Matt) is another full tribal arm I have to do, all black with grey wash seperators – geez I hate tribal…..

Work In Progress
Work In Progress

As soon as all the colour’s finished he wants it re-lined, which don’t stress me too much seein as I missed a bit on the clowns hair *eek* – not bad for someone who gave up tattoin’ on a full time basis some twenty years ago 😉