Traditional style colour tattoo of a pineapple cocktail with a paper umbrella, straw and cherry, plus a pink flower and leaves, on the side of the thigh.

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Pineapple cocktail with umbrella on thigh

Traditional · Thigh · Colour · Photo

A pineapple dressed as a cocktail sits at the centre, topped with a striped parasol, a red straw, a cherry and a pink flower with teal leaves below. The pineapple skin is shaded in gold and brown with bold black outlines, and the leaves and flower use solid fills in teal, green and pink. The design is photographed straight on against bare skin on the side of the upper leg.

Traditional Thigh Pineapple Umbrella Cherry Flower Leaves

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The show had been crossing the same three counties for forty years, and by the summer the Ostrander Brothers' Grand Travelling Circus had only one elephant left, and she was too old to lie down properly. The clowns had gone to work in the bingo halls. What remained was the tent, patched in four colours, and a striped umbrella that Mother Haskett kept over the sweet stall to keep the wasps off.

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A pineapple came to the fairground in a crate that had been meant for a lord's kitchen. Nobody knew how it had reached the showground, only that Haskett bought it for a shilling from a boy who said it was a dare. She cut it in a tin bath, set it in a jam jar with a cherry and a bent red straw, and sold it to the children as a drink from the far side of the world. The children paid in buttons and in promises to come back.

The elephant, whose name was Ada, watched the drinks go round the field with the same patience she gave everything. When the council man came with his clipboard to say the field would be houses by Michaelmas, Haskett offered him a drink. He drank it slowly under the umbrella and said nothing for so long that the children began to fear he had turned to stone. Then he laughed, and wrote the field down as a fairground for one more year.

They say the show is still on the road, though no one has seen the tent since. Haskett's rule was that a pineapple is never finished until the last person has had a sip. So in every town with a field where a bent straw lies in the grass, somebody still sets out a glass for the stranger who comes after dark, and the parasol turns in the wind as if it were waiting for the rain to pass.