Close-up of a shaved head beside an ear, with the lettering tattoo Leave a Coment Below in black ink across the scalp above the ear.

Text tattoo reading Leave a Coment Below on a shaved head

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A close-up photograph of the side of a shaved head, showing the ear and part of the scalp. The tattoo is two lines of plain sans-serif black lettering that read Leave a Coment Below, with the spelling as tattooed. The ink is grey-black on a softly lit background with the lettering sitting above the ear.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mr Aldous Penhale had painted shop fascias along the Ramsgate front for forty-one years, and he had never once misspelled a word on glass. So when his nephew Kieran came back from a fortnight at Margate art school with a stencil kit and a confident grin, Aldous watched him hand-letter the chalkboard outside the Bluebell Tearooms and said nothing until the second line was done.

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'Coment,' Aldous said. Kieran squinted at the board, then at his uncle. 'That's how it's spelt where I trained.' 'It isn't spelt that way anywhere with a bus timetable.' Kieran rubbed it out with his thumb and wrote it again, slightly bigger, which Aldous decided was worse. By the end of the week the board read Leave a Coment Below: beside a tin of pencils, and the tearooms' owner, Mrs Ida Frankland, declared she liked it because people actually wrote on it.

They did. Under the notice, folded slips of paper appeared, then chalk scrawls, then a small argument in pink about whether a pasty counted as a meal. Somebody drew a crab. Somebody corrected the spelling in red crayon and was in turn corrected by three people in green. Aldous read every one each morning before opening his own workshop, adding nothing, until the day a single line in careful capitals said: I CAME FOR THE TEA. I STAYED FOR THE TYPO.

Aldous went home that night, took his old sign-writer's brushes down from their hook and, for the first time in forty-one years, mixed a deliberately crooked letter. He painted it on a scrap of board and propped it on the windowsill where the gulls could see it. Kieran never learned whether it was a joke or a lesson, and Aldous never said.