Two forearms raised in thumbs up, each with a navy oval badge reading it's AWESOME time in white lettering, lettering style, on the forearm.

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Lettering · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

Two forearms are shown with thumbs up against a white panelled wall, one sleeve in a navy and mustard check and the other in a cream knit. Each forearm carries a navy oval badge with bold white capitals reading AWESOME and smaller script that says it's and time. The lettering is crisp and solid with a simple outline, and the composition places both badges side by side for a matching pair.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Ada Kettering's enamel press had been coughing since breakfast, and by four o'clock the Bexley boys' order sat in a crate on the workbench: three hundred navy ovals with white letters that looked, under the bare bulb, as if they had been shouted at. Her brother Len picked one up and turned it slowly. 'Well, it's awesome,' he said. 'Is it?' 'Look at the S. It's leaning on the E like it's had a drink.'

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She had been stamping badges in the hut behind the dodgems since 1961, when Mr Rudd who owned the arcade agreed she could have the corner if she kept the noise down. Most of the work was club crests and raffle rosettes. Every so often someone wanted a phrase, and Ada invented the layout herself: the oval, the heavy block capitals, the small script tucked underneath like a note slipped into a coat pocket. It's awesome time, the slogan said, and the lifeguards had bought forty of them without once asking what it meant. Len thought it was daft. Ada thought a good badge should make a person stand up a little straighter.

That night she reset the lettering by lamplight, easing the S back until it sat square on the line, and spent an hour with a fine brush touching up the white. In the morning she wheeled the crate down the prom to the boys, who were waiting by the railings with their sleeves rolled up and their faces full of mischief. They wanted them pressed on side by side, firm, so nobody could argue later about which was the better one.

Mr Rudd took the photograph from the top of the steps, shouting for them to hold still. Two thumbs went up over the rail, the wind pulling at a checked jacket and a cream jumper, and for once in Ada's life the S in the middle of the word was exactly where she had meant it to be.