Cat Tatts and Hats

My alarm sounds... 8 o'clock? what the hell? My other alarm sounds. Fuck. Work. Bollocks. Suddenly a thought enters my head 'my hat, where is my hat?' another part of my brain quietly asks 'what hat?' MY hat. I get out of bed, fully clothed (that's handy), and stumble down the stair. My head hurts, but it's O.K. because there it is, my hat, my leather cowboy hat (I know what you're thinking but piss off it's cool). Relief fills me until the quieter part of my brain chips in with 'why does my wrist hurt?'

A tattoo, of my cat, on my wrist. Idiot. But you know, fun I suppose. I remember it now, I was tattooed, in a field, with a pint in my hand, having signed no sort of permission/liability forms at all. Awesome. It isn't that bad though. and the love I have for Hendrix(my cat) does shine through slightly.

I am reasonably prone to doing stupid things. I once flew to Tunisia for a bet. I won though, two pints... yeah, just two pints. But on drink, usually, I just fall asleep, have an argument, tell somebody/everybody I love them. There is then only one thing I can blame this recent hat buying, cat tattooing behaviour on. Festivals.

Every year in my hometown there is a music festival. It used to be world renown, no longer. It is however a massive excuse for the entire town to go out on the piss. This is all well and good and should be encouraged, however, people (myself included) tend to adopt a 'festival mentality.' This being 'it's OK, because it's festival.' This is the mentality that will one day get me killed, and already has my walking around looking like John Wayne. So now I have a problem... It's fucking brilliant. Seriously, doing things on impulse, not giving a fuck what others might think, is very freeing.

This is a reasonably high concept that will need thought(though I think I'm converted). I will tell you one thing that I have learned over the past 72 inebriated hours though - Hats. Are. Cool.

Evs

Tattoo :-
Actual Cat :-