Punked!

I woke up this morning at 3am (ok I lie, I'd just gotten into bed) to a skulk of foxes rummaging in our building's communal rubbish bins, which are usually bolted behind wooden doors, but on this occasion were left wide open. They were dragging the plastic bags out into the street, then cautiously tugging at them to release all the litter, and then eating all the scraps that they'd sniffed out. It was fascinating. I took some night shots (those naf, grainy lumo green ones) after attracting them to just outside my window with some sausages I'd thrown onto the road, but are hardly worth sharing. Oh well.

So I said I'd talk more about the tattoo. One word: gotcha! (or not...? but some of those comments sounded pretty convinced!) The joke started after a boring night spent with a koki pen - I was going to upload that photo but it wasn't authentic enough so photoshopped a different tattoo over it. Yup I'm back to being boring again... although I did colour my hair black yesterday. No photo this time.

Off to play footy now - we play every Monday after work. Last week I limped home with blood blisters. It's that hardcore! Or maybe my takkies just suck.