Open a Can Of Whoop Ass!

Classic! Note to self: Razorbaldes in a wig for back up.

WHAT EVER!

Should you ever open your mouth, say it with action
Should you ever loose something, find it and make amends
Do not take lightly your position
Do not make the exception to your rules
The rules are not your own
The floor from under us is ever changing
Quicksand, Concrete, Mud
Where is that you stand?
Sweat, Tears, Blood!

Should you ever find your self lost
Ask yourself where
Should you have a conversation
Ask yourself why
Do not look for guidance when your actions are second guessed
Do not lay out parameters when the goal post isn't your own
Your floor is ever changing
Where is it you would like to stand
Winner's Circle, Church Chior Bandstand

My answer is this:

"Consider how hard it is to change yourself and you'll understand what little chance you have in trying to change others.”

Or

WHATEVER!

My Current Mood this Morning

Cause I haven't slapped a bitch in two weeks, cause I got a whole lot a strength in a bitch slap arm. Word

I was recently going through LAX terminal and my jewellery set off the alarm to which the station guard questioned what was making her paddle wheee. So I pulled up my t-shirt to expose my 5mil nipple barbells. To which she exclaimed, " Oh hell no! Boy, are you crazy? You best roll out and get on with your painful self."

Tattoo You!

As summer is near and this damn cold weather in London still persists, I will be keeping busy with my hairbrained schemes and cock-a-mamie ideas. First up, I will be present manning a booth at London Bear Pride with the thanks to Mark Ames and the guys at XXL Saturday Evening May 29th. Although I don't consider myself a bear I do have loads of bear clients whom have been cool enough to let me work on them. My assistant Benji will probably be doing the social circuit whie I am chained to my tattoo machines. So to show my supprt I will be selling t-shirts, art and of course tattoos. Swing by and say hello or come get a tattoo bear or otherwise. If you would like to get a tattoo at the event please email me at henry@henryhate.com with a summary of what you would like to have done.

After that I will be manning another booth at this years Skin Deep Tattoo Jam in Beautiful Doncaster
England. Me and the guys will be loading a van and heading up north to talk shop and of course tattoo, if you get a chance to go swing by the booth and say hello or just come and get tattooed. I am taking appointments for this show and am available. Some of the best artists in the world will be tattooing here, over the three day event through August 6th-8th with Artist Friday kicking off the show. So if you can get in touch with your idea for the show and contact me. See you then.

My assistant Ben, (yes you Benji Jean Marie Babette Chalmers) is always busting my balls about my clothes. Sure I poke fun of his shoes. But I had a rule, If I don't like the shoe, I won't sleep with you!
Yet he says I have a style, which makes me thinks I believe he thinks I get dressed in the dark or a six year old with Special Needs chooses what I wear. Still I wont wear my good clothes to work, as I pay to much for those to be ruined by the dreaded tattoo ink. But here I will always bow at the church of Dame Vivienne Westwood. Her son made my outfit when I got hitched to Bren, it was her tartan that he knicked from his mother's Design Studio in Battersea that made my dandy waistcoat. Side bar, I had Bren's tooth in my pocket during the cermony If you get a chance to check out Barnsley and Joe's shop A Child Of The Jago.
It's just around the corner from my shop, the have some great stuff in there.

While there you might want to purchase this little T wich proceeds will got to Humanade!

Exiled From Wisteria Lane

You would think that at the ever approaching age of 42 I would be made of teflon and let things slide, but somethings can slip off me easy enough. On the other hand not so much. I had a phone call with a friend whom is battling an addiction, and has been left without any kind of support or friendship. Although I have known him both sober and drunk, it hasn't veered my opinion of him. Because I know him in a true sense I know he is battling something much deeper than that Vodka monkey on his back. It's really hard when dealing with this, as I can offer my support and friendship but I do proceed with caution. He hasn't reached his floor yet, and I'm not talking about falling down after one to many. Scott has to find that out for himself what ever that is.

I care for the guy a great deal and hope he finds it without to many broken bones. But, you know the saying. Can't make an omelette without breaking some eggs. So both of us are on the outs, and exiled. I chose to exile myself voluntarily from a person I just felt kinda manipulated the group of guys. I crossed a line with another friend which just absolutely changed my opinion of him. I mean I tried to let it roll and stay out of it. Yet the victim told me in confidence that it had happened more than once when they were both high and saying that I didn't want it to go any further. Sitting there with my friend over drinks I was shocked. And I am rarely shocked especially with my antic. But I had to think to my self and say, what kinda fucked up Desperate Housewives Wisteria Lane bullshit is this. I was angry cause they acted above themselves and got away with it.
Oddly I think my friend, the victim is suffering from fucking Stockholm Syndrome. I don't get it.

So the group is no more, the party over and I am a few friends less, I thought I wasn't angry but I actually am. They discarded another friend simply because he is battling a demon that at the root if it is something that only he can fix himself. He's still a person, who cares if he's an alcoholic, doesn't mean he's not worthy of friendship and support. Scott will find Scott when he is ready. As for the other two, I dunno It's a shame that time has passed and is now irreversable, done and dusted. It's a little sad that when your opinion of someone shifts that for some reason I just couldn't get passed it. I never said anything about it, and they knew I had known. We all make mistakes sure, but more than anything I think there are things you just do not do to friends. Seeing Scotty a broken man is hard to take but I will lend him my ear if he needs it. After all he is still the dippy goon from Glasgow I have come to know and love. Of all the friends I miss at the moment, I miss Cha cha. Yet I just don't see things getting back on track for the group of guys.

So I keep myself busy with work and getting my career in forward motion. Make knew friends and do other things than to hang out in a club. Although, I could use with a refresher course on people skills cause mine Suuuuck! Things are ok for me but I know a planetary shift is coming and we will all have to see what happens. Fuck I sound like a hippie.

If Scott ever does decide to read this, I just want him to know this. I love you Scott and all though I never say it I have shown it, and glad your here on this planet, even if you are bruised and battered. Keep your head up and get well.

Logan!

French Comic Artist Logan does some pretty cool comics. Covering everything from Superheroes, Police men, Demons, and chubby Guys, to my assistants favourite type of men, Bears. (Yes Ben, I am looking at you) I like that most of his work does incorperate tattoos in them. That said, the tattoos are actually pretty good. I think the dude should draw some flash! Some comic artists draw some fucking shit tattoos on their subjects, but Logan has it down pat. I am not sure he has a tattoo, Yet I have been known to two a few of his men on my clients. Which is always fun to do and take my time in doing them as I want to get the exact essence of the artwork to make the same impact. God, I feel like Banky from Chasing Amy. I got your tracer hanging with snacks underneath.

Great Cat Fights In Cinematic History

Well, at least in my history. I don't like to think of myself as an aggressive person. Yet I do love to watch a fight, especially girl fights. Let's face it, men love it when women get straight down to the get down. So today at Henry Hate Headquarters we are having a beat down today with hoochie strippers (ahh bless) and female assasins (god love em). I think it is true that hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. So I bring you two of my favorite scenes from The Players Club and Kill Bill Vol. II. The last fight I had I was accused of physical assault and battery, when the motherfucker came looking for me, of all places at my business. Let's just say I won't have any more problems from that dick head and his bullshit drug fueled ratarded antics anymore. Enjoy!

Sexually Inappropriate With Straight Males!

I like hanging out with my straight male friends. Some of my closest friends are straight men. I prefere hanging out with thtem cause they don;t give me have the shit my gay male friends do. Yet first off, I do not want to fuck them, sleep with them nor do I even remotely fancy them. Don't get me wrong they're handsome and all and got it going on, but I just don't see them in that way. However I did have a friend named Tony whom used to beg his straight friends to let him suck thier dicks. How crass, how sad, and fucking pathetic. Beg! Are you kidding me, that's one thing I would never do is beg a fucking guy to suck his dick. I would simply get them drunk and or high to wear down their resistence. Short, sweet and simple, easy but to beg. As fucking if. At least we can blames the drugs or alcohol. Anyways, Facebook has a page of stright guys acting all kinds of crazy with ofther dudes. I know some guys think about taking a wak on the wild side, but this was kind of funny that these dudes play it up which was cool with me. I give you, I'm sexually inappropriate with my friends, but I'm actually not gay. I had to kiss my straight flatmate Martin on a dare, french kiss for a whole minute with tongue in front of our friends. I'll just say his wife is a very lucky lady!

Being A GIrl!

I have been going through my vast library of music and cd's and forgot that I had this album, I really should get a life organizer otherwise I am going to end up hoarding books and CD's and Flims. I love the band Mansun although the are no more, it reminds me of a time when I first arrived in London and everything was just s new and completely alien to me. This was a song I loved at the time and really like the video for it's irony, which made perfect sense. As most guys whom are comletely secure in their masculinity can make fun of the softer side of things. After all it does take balls to poke fun at your self and be brave. If you get a chance get the album Six or any of Mansun's stuff.