Colour traditional-style tattoo of a red-haired clown in a seated pose holding a burger and fries, placed on the upper arm.

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Fast food clown in a seated pin-up pose

Traditional · Upper arm · Colour · Photo

A seated cartoon clown with bright orange curly hair, white face paint and a wide open-mouthed grin is shown in a pin-up style pose. The figure wears blue jeans and red and white striped socks, and holds a burger and a portion of fries in front of the chest. Bold black outlines frame flat areas of red, blue, yellow and cream, set against smooth skin on the upper arm.

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The clown went up on the bulkhead of the Marigold Rose the week Ronnie Tulley came aboard with a roll of cheap transfers and a grievance about the galley. Nobody asked where he got her. She sat cross-legged above the chart table in blue jeans and striped socks, a burger and a carton of chips held to her chest like a hand of cards, and the grin on her face was wider than anything in the wheelhouse had any right to be.

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Skipper Dougie Moss called her a bad omen, which mostly meant he glared at her every time he came up for the ten o'clock log. We were eleven days out of Grimsby, forty miles off the Dogger, when the glass dropped and the cod stopped coming. By the third night the galley was down to a tin of peaches and a sack of onions sprouting in the dark. Ronnie swore there were chips behind the paint locker. Nobody believed him, because Ronnie also swore his mother had sung at Covent Garden.

He was right. Under a coil of tow rope we found a paper bag gone soft and translucent, the fries inside shrunk to something like kindling. We ate them standing up, passing the bag hand to hand as the boat rolled, and they were terrible and salty and warm enough that nobody spoke for a while. Dougie took the last one, looked up at the bulkhead, and gave the clown a nod as if she'd earned it.

When we docked the lads scraped most of her off with a blade, but I kept the square of plywood she was sitting on, her blue knees still on it. It hangs in my hall now. The grin still looks like someone has just told the funniest joke in the world, and I have never once found out what it was.

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