How To Make a New Tattoo Studio

You know these things always begin happily enough. Look at Ting's face here. Look at her broad smile and hopeful, optimistic eyes. This was the day we announced we were leaving The Shite Cool Docks. Now. Flash forward to a month later.

What could have turned Ting from that smiling wide eyed optimist to this broody solitary figure before you? I'll tell you what!!

THESE GUYS!!!

AND THIS. How we hated this roof. We hated it with all of our being. Imagine hating something that much. Holding that negativity in for days, nay, weeks, and then being able to wrap it up and suffocate it in a watertight material and then ignore it for the rest of your life? That's how good it felt to do this:

Take that you bastard! Take that!

Tell you what. Lets cut to the chase, I know you just want to see a before and after pic. Am I right? Of course I am. You want the interior design equivalent of a fat man photo and then a skinny man in a fat man's jeans photo beside it. Instant gratification. With out the hard work. Well, NO, you're not getting them. Not until you appreciate the pain and suffering that we went through. (Well, unless you just scroll down the page). So here's the before shot:

So where to begin? Knocking everything down. That's how. Gutting the place. We ripped out walls, ceilings, tiles, and lies.

We built walls, uncovered windows, truths and a fucking leaky roof. And then...

...we covered the bastard back up again. Well, at least this clown did. Check out his trick of a drill taped to a stick. No scaffolding. A stick and some tape. Funny clown.

So the ceiling went, on and on and on...

While these guys worked their arses off insulating, building, plastering, tiling, digging, leveling, installing, wiring, scratching, spitting and cursing (My kind of fucking people to be honest) until...

ALMOST THERE!!

When suddenly, Ting saw a sign, and the signs were good...

And then we changed one of the signs for an even bigger one.

So then a debate started between Ting and I, what colour to paint the floor!? Green or bright pink. Thankfully Ting won that one...

This was one of the proudest days of my life. The day our baby, our pool table arrived!! Brings a tear to my eye just thinking about it.

On one cerraazzy Sunday 15 people emptied 3 trucks of crap and carried it up 4 flights of stairs! Ting didn't, but she did have lie down on the pool table anyway.