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Play and Win
Today, I inked the big fish from Fishing Frenzy right on a bloke's forehead over a £50,000 bet. Yep. You read that right. On his forehead. For those who don't know me: I'm Daniel, and I've been working as a tattoo artist in London for over seven years. In all that time, I've inked pretty much everything under the sun. Girlfriends' names. Exes' names. Pet portraits. Dates of birth. Kiddies' drawings. Once, after a night out, I even inked a barcode on some lad's arse. I honestly thought there wasn't much left that could properly blow my mind. But what happened today was a whole different ballgame. Around midday, a lad named Danil walks into the shop. About 28 years old. Total average bloke. Jeans, black t-shirt, jacket. Nothing to hint at what he was about to ask for. He sits down. I ask him: — What are we cracking on with today then, mate? He pulls out his phone, scrolls for a second, and hands it over. On the screen was a picture of the big fish from Fishing Frenzy. Scales. Fishing rod. Big goggly eyes. The whole lot. I look at the picture. — Looks decent. Where do you want it? Arm? Chest? Calf? Danil looks at me. And goes: — On my forehead. I burst out laughing. Thought he was taking the ps. Turns out he wasn't laughing at all. — Where? He points his finger dead-centre on his forehead. — Here. I look at him again. — Danil, are you being serious, mate? — Unfortunately, yeah. And then he dropped a line that literally made me put my machine down. — I lost a bet worth nearly fifty grand. — Say what?! And he started telling the story. Danil's got an old mate, Radu. Known each other for years and they're constantly betting on absolute nonsense. Football. Cars. Who turns up late first. Who can last a month on the wagon. Proper lad stuff. A few weeks ago, Radu sends him a screenshot. On the screen: about £36,000. Said he won it on Fishing Frenzy. Danil started winding him up straight away. — Yeah, pull the other one,
