Black ink hand-lettered script with flourished swashes reading "Shit's totally fucked, let's eat pizza", with a small pizza slice drawn below, sketched in a notebook.

Hand-lettered script with pizza slice sketch

Lettering · Black and grey · Flash

A pen drawing in a sketchbook of a hand-lettered phrase in flowing script with looped swashes and decorative flourishes. A small pizza slice is sketched beneath the lettering, and a black fineliner pen lies across the top of the page. The image is in black ink on cream paper with no shading or colour.

Lettering Script Lettering Pizza Text Pen

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Ivy Pargeter had redrawn the loop of her capital S three times before lunch, and by four o'clock the bench was a ruin of brown paper, spilt size and crumpled attempts. Her brother Dennis rang from the depot to say the delivery van had gone into the ditch past Corran Bridge. Nobody was hurt, but the gold leaf was somewhere under a hedge. I stood in the doorway with my coat still on and watched her pick up a black fineliner as if it had personally let her down.

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"Right," she said, to nobody in particular. "Everything's gone to pot. Let's eat." She drew a small wedge of pizza in the bottom corner of the sheet, three pepperoni circles like buttons, then folded the page into her apron pocket and was off down Harrow Lane in the rain. The Anselmi place on the corner had a brick oven that roared like a goods train, and the owner, a man called Sal who wore his reading glasses on a cord, let us sit on the flour sacks out the back while the dough puffed up.

We talked about nothing for an hour. Somewhere between the second slice and the third she unfolded the drawing on a flour sack and laughed until she had to wipe her eyes on a tea towel. "It's a bit grand," she said, "for a sentence about dinner."

Next morning she lettered the board in full, every curl and loop carrying a little more confidence than the day before, and hung it in the shop window. Sal came in before opening to read it, nodded once, and ordered a board of his own. Ivy didn't charge him for the lettering. She charged him for the pizza, which seemed fair, and the sign went up over his door with a wedge of pizza tucked into the corner where nobody would think to look.