Traditional style flash design of a pin-up woman in a space helmet beside a green alien holding a ray gun, with a banner reading Earth Attacks, shown without any body placement.

Pin-up and alien flash with Earth Attacks banner

Traditional · Colour · Flash

The drawing shows a pin-up woman in a glass space helmet and grey suit, with a green alien in a brass-and-chrome breathing apparatus holding a ray gun. The text HUMANS sits in a flaming, dripping banner at top left, and the words EARTH ATTACKS appear on a ribbon along the bottom. Bold black outlines, flat colour fills in red, green, pink and gold, and a dark starry background frame the central oval.

Traditional Pin-up Alien Banner Lettering Star Space

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit yourself down on that coil of rope, the stove's warm enough, and mind the kettle, it's older than my dad. Right. You'll have heard about the Martians landing at Brentford lock, but that's nothing like the truth. What came down wasn't clever. It had a head like a boiled egg and a brass lung strapped to its chest, and it went looking for a bloke to take back to its mother ship. The bloke was Alf Pardoe, who had a cargo of coal for the Bulls Bridge wharf and no time for nonsense.

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Alf was halfway through his fourth pint when the green fella stepped off the towpath, ray gun in one claw, breathing like a bellows. Now, I'll tell you what the lass in the glass helmet did, because she's the reason any of us are still here. Marjorie Quayle, a typist from Hayes with a fine set of curls, came tearing down the gangway with her helmet fogged up and a cushion full of pins. She didn't scream. She took the thing's wrist in both hands and told it, very clearly, that Earth was not for the taking, and that it could take its banners and its HUMANS in capitals somewhere else.

The alien looked at its ray gun. Then it looked at Marjorie. Then it sat down on the lock beam and asked, in a voice like a wet gramophone, whether she did a good cup of tea.

She did. Alf says it's the only invasion this country ever lost on purpose, and he's been telling it that way for forty years, so you'd best not argue. Now pass me that tin of baccy.