Tattoo

Perhaps I was being a tiny bit over-sheepish in my last post:



This morning's huge mound of fortnight-old post-processing reminded me that, sometimes, I do photograph people without even thinking of my own embarassment or even personal safety. Like the other Thursday, when, approaching midnight, we fell in with a group of loud, drunken men on Beverley Road and not only persuaded them to take their clothes off -



- but also got them to compare their tattoos...