The Airport Game

It has to be said that I hate tattoos. When we go on holiday we play "The Arport Game". The rules are as follows.

• Each player has to guess the number of 1. Visible tattoos, 2. Football / Team shirts being worn, 3. Beach boogie boxes [portable CD / music contraptions] being carried on as hand luggage.
• The game begins upon having taken ones seats in the departure lounge.
• It is the duty of each player to declare the sighting of each of the above 1, 2 or 3.
• The game ends when the aircraft begins boarding.
• The winner is the player whos guess for two or more catagories was the closest to the recorded sightings.
• The loser buys a bottle of champaign on arrival at the hotel.

Below are a sellection of my pet hates. The first pic is typical of the thick cunt who has had New Zealand lamb for sunday dinner twice and hence feels the need to have a Maori design inscribed on his / her body.

If your husband / boyfriend and child was as ugly as this, would you have their mugs permanatly imprinted on your shoulder?

Why the fuck would anybody want an dragon-fly painted on the top of their arse? Probably indicated that below, there may be insects.

Again another mindles design.

Something I didn't manage to get a pic of was anybody with Chinese characters tattooed on them [there were pleanty but I was taking the pics on the sly]. Many years ago we had a Dutch guy working for us and he was covered in fukin tattoos. Down the middle of his back he had a line of Chinese characters. We also had a couple of Chinese guys working for us and he was showing them his tattoos one day. They were in hysterics. He was under the impression that they meant "tall, strong and brave". Apparently they read "big hotel, fierce dog".