Well, the fella's tattoo isn't finished yet. I would say it's only a quarter of the way through. 2 two-hour sessions later and we are no-where near finishing. Apparently the tattooist is a bit of a 'i would do this for free if I could coz I'm an artist man' so his business sense is somewhere between none and er, well, none.
So he takes ages setting up then ages sketching or filling in or whatever it is they do for £60 an hour. The longer he takes to do it naturally the more I'LL be forking out. On Sunday he had a bit of a melt-down over something and had to cancel the session - he's from America originally and I think it might be a case of home-sickness or perhaps something a bit more serious, anyway he's buggering off back home and may or may not have time to finish off the tattoo!!! Rath. 
The fella is loving it so far though so I'm happy that he's happy. Plus it means I don't need to go round the shops looking for something he wouldn't want for his birthday.
Brighter news is I don't need to wear jammies in bed at night. 
