Well as we enter June the panic is setting in again. I am very concerned that I still can’t take a step in the pub without seeing another job to do. This weekend I worked like a dog but, once again, I can’t really recall what I completed. The safe is now rebuilt and operational and the server case is up on the office wall so I now have somewhere to run the cables that I am putting in.
Bar lighting is fixed now and I took the opportunity to remove the flammable rubbish from around the lights. I now have a plan for pool table and machines and have sent one of the licence fees in for this. Further exploration has added to my understanding of the internal water features, it hasn’t helped just added to my knowledge. About three meter cubed of nature’s toughest ivy and brambles were hauled out of the newly discovered void before I realised that I had no means of disposing of them! Luckily my weed grenade* has cleared the adjacent plot so I have piled it there to dry out, next on the list is a garden incinerator.
Plumber tried to commission the heating system this weekend and it has turned into a significantly more expensive exercise than I had hoped. I guess there is no surprise there really, nothing in a pub is simple or cheap. This week’s commercial calls now include plumber and brewery before I get wound into accounts. One minor success was measuring up and gaining an understanding of what I need in terms of furniture. A good job done and, of course, entertaining for those watching me and Andrew pacing out space in his bar.
I picked up the old deeds from the solicitor this weekend and they are a delight. I have deeds back to 1875 when the pub was leased to a couple, well actually a widow and a chap. I know that the pub was in place before that and need to chase the history further back, one day. It does seem rather sad that my purchase is witnessed by a simple entry on land registry website, no italic script, wax seals or tapes in sight.
See what I mean? Doesn’t sound like much does it? But it has been non-stop and even after all of the physical work there was the weekly pile of paperwork to get through.
I did manage to take a break whilst on the little island and it was nice to enjoy the anonymity that I still have. I can sit and observe as Gav in a way that Gav from the Plough won’t find as easy.
*nature is no match for my belligerent incompetence when it comes to weed control
Don’t ever let it be said that my view of the world is normal, I see the same as you but from my own unique perspective. I have just ticked off another of the things that I had to do post accident, well I say ticked it was more of a sloppy dash. The task in question was tattooing, see I told you that my perspective was unique. I have tattooed myself for a few years, I don’t do it for commercial gain nor do I intend to make it a career. In fact the thing that started me tattooing was the Engineer in me and that thought that precedes so many journeys “how hard can it be”. Before I receive hate mail from tattooists all over the globe I should point out that I am talking about old style tattoos, flash work and simple designs. I do not for one minute suggest that tattooing is easy or that it doesn’t take years of training to gain the skill to accurately transfer artwork to the skin.
The thing is that the vast majority of my tattoos are flash artwork, no doubt inspired by what I saw as a child. So the general principle of a reciprocating needle that carry’s ink in suspension into the skin seemed pretty straightforward and we developed from there. Some of you will know that legs are where you ‘practice’, it is the skin that is most readily available to work on yourself. I have done my practice pieces and developed my ability on my legs, I am quite happy with my work but then like I said I like simple stuff. Even working on your legs is not easy, I have large letters down the back of my lower leg and that was an experience. One acknowledged thing about tattoos is that they are permanent, you can’t delete and start again. For me the permanence of tattoos is part of their appeal and I will never cover a tattoo, much to the frustration of partners over the years, it is my history live with it.
I have a couple of requests for tattoos and have steadfastly refused until I have inked myself again. There are a number of reasons for this but the key ones are pain and ability, after all I hate starting things that I can’t finish. It has taken me some time to get the kit out but today was the day and I did some learning. There are two big issues with tattooing yourself, the first is overcoming the human nature that stops you hurting yourself and the second is that you are effectively one-handed. Unfortunately I don’t have any of the easy pieces left, so my test piece with restricted mobility was far from ideal. I have a space on my inner thigh that was selected for today’s exercise, a theatre mask. I started with a couple of old touch ups to ensure that the machine wasn’t going to hurt the wrists too badly. If anybody had seen me tattooing my thigh they would have seen a cross between a man having a heart attack and a man playing solo twister! These are difficult angles to start with but when you add restricted mobility it really is a challenge. Well tattoo complete and cleaned up I am quite pleased with the results in terms of the tattoo. The wrists really didn’t like the angles and the machine seems to have the same effect as a jack hammer but I think that, like everything else, that is just a learning curve.
I am right-handed and my right wrist now feels cold and aches, I guess I never expected it to operate without complaint though. I will see what it feels like in the morning but I do hope that this is not going to be long learning curve for Ms Nature because I don’t have a lot of blank skin left!
I have an honourable mention today for the gorgeous Aleisha and super proud foster parents Pete and Barb, you touched an old man’s heart. I might even have to forgive Helen for spilling secrets, hey I said ‘might’.