Milo "Mr Lucky" Marcer

I’m in bed with the flu, like a lot of people I hear, it seems to be going around, and it’s a beautiful day today, so to be in bed is just a pain. That’s where I’m going to leave my wellbeing, I would hate to be one of those whiny men when the get sick. Starting at a new shop, is always daunting and finding yourself in the space is never easy, I am a little unhappy about being there for a day then being to ill to go in today, but I am very happy there, Tamar and her crew have made me feel very at home and it’s a great work environment. There aren’t many things that excite me at the moment, as my minds all a little foggy, but one thing is really exciting at the moment. My very first article is going to be in the new “Garage” magazine, and I am really stoked by that, and can hardly wait to get my inked up mitts on it, so look out for the next edition. I found "The Baboons" by accident, but I can't seem to find a cd, if anyone knows of one and where it's available

It’s been a while since I did an 11 hour tattoo stint, and my hands are feeling being so tattoo unfit, the last two weeks has been a good break, but I’m back and at full force again. I will be working at Body Architects in Claremont for a while, so if you are out and about and you feel like visiting please drop by, and say hello. I’m feeling a little lost and at odds with myself, and it all boils down to not achieving. It’s brought to the fore by a conversation I was having with a friend about how there is a trend to moving back to hand crafted product, one in the making of, and two in the buying, and the related psychology involved. There is a move back to handmade, and I see the sense in it, I know that with myself that I am very lucky that everyday I get to start something, finish it and see the clients reaction, right away and there is a lot of satisfaction in that. I’m not suggesting that landing that huge contract or getting that promotion in the office, doesn’t g

I believe in live and let live, and all the stuff that goes with that, and I do believe in respecting cultural differences, and I need to make that clear before I go on. I’m in the waiting lounge and I need to go…. I mean GO!! And I’m looking for a bathroom, and eventually down a passage I find the Men’s Bathroom, I walk in, and step into 15millimeters of water, well if you can call it water, out the corner of my eye I see a bathroom attendant and his holding a squeegee pushing water around into a grate. This should have been a warning. As a not too seasoned traveler all the warning signs did not alert me at all. I open a stall, there is no loo, I mean there is no bowl, just a hole in the floor, mmmmmm I’ll try the next, while sloshing in this “Water” nope, no bowl, next, no bowl, next Fuck there are no bowls at all, what now? Just how do you do this, I mean, I’m wearing trousers, just how do you drop trou’ in this place and pooh without poohing into your trousers????

I just spent some time in Italy, and I have some stuff to tell you about that, but that can wait for another time. What I will share is my flight..... I used to complain constantly about flying. I get claustrophobic, and I’m no great fan of flying at the very best of times, I tend to get a little anxious, perhaps I have just dwelled to long on the fact that you are in a tube a good couple of thousand meters above the earth and it’s a hell of a long way down. It freaks me out a little, not like I’m trying to get out the plane mid flight and have to be restrained kind of stuff, but just uncomfortable. This has always been exasperated by the airlines I flew like BA and SA Airways that always felt cramped. 2 years ago my travel agent suggested Qatar air, she said the planes were new, more spacious, and generally the service was great, and she has always managed to book me just enough time to make the connecting flight without feeling harassed. This time was no different but

It’s August in Italy and the masses are on holiday, it’s hot and humid, and beautiful. I have felt though at times like the heart of Italy was missing, that what I recalled of being here had vanished with the influx of all the other eastern European and north Africans that seem to have invaded this country. Like a lot of the world the effects of the financial crisis have hit Italy and it’s borrowing has seen it now become the latest addition to the “PIIGS” of the European union for those that don’t understand that look it up. Amongst this though a wonderful shining light, and all this took place in a day, first Sabrina and her Fiancé Fabio drove to Ancona to say goodbye and to have me do a little ladybird tattoo for her as a memento, insignificant as tattoo, but as a show of love and appreciation huge. Then Danielle and Martina arrived to collect me and took me to there town, Jesi, for a wonderful Italian favorite Carbonara, at of all the local rugby club, which is funny coming from