Teenage Supermodel

OK, so I'm not a teenager, and I'm not a supermodel, but last Tuesday I felt like a bit of a supermodel (maybe it was all the wine I drank). I emailed my mate Billy (who I used to spend a good portion of my day chatting to on MSN when I was working at Caprina) recently and he asked when he could get me naked to take photos of my tattoo.

Here are some of the results. I am very impressed.