Colour cartoon tattoo of three stacked monkeys covering their eyes, ears and mouth, placed on the forearm of a man in a bathroom.

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Three cartoon monkeys on a forearm

Forearm · Colour · Photo

The tattoo shows three cartoon monkeys stacked vertically, each covering a different sense: eyes, ears and mouth. The linework is bold and outlined, with flat fills in brown, orange and red and small highlights on the faces. The design sits centrally on the outer forearm against a plain bathroom background, and the image is a casual, slightly angled photograph.

Forearm Monkey Cartoon

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Maureen, you will never guess what happened at the Palais on Saturday. Mr Pryce had hired the three Pocock brothers to mind the cloakroom, the same three who painted those daft monkeys above the fire door back in 1951. Eyes, ears, mouth, one hand each, and everyone in Margate thought it a joke. Albert, Ron and Stanley had never once been asked to do anything useful, so they took the job very seriously.

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Halfway through the last waltz, the bass drum went missing from the stage, and then the takings tin went after it. Pryce came storming round the cloakroom asking who'd seen anything. Stanley clapped both hands over his eyes. Ron pressed his palms to his ears. Albert pinched his lips shut so tight his moustache bristled. Pryce threw up his arms and stomped off to the bar, and I thought that was that, until I saw the tin tucked under his own coat as he went past the coats.

I should have said something. Instead I stood there with a pile of gloves, and it was Ron who spoke first, loud enough to carry over the Glenn Miller record. "Tin's in the gents, Mr Pryce, under the bass drum case you've been sitting on." Pryce went the colour of boiled ham. The three brothers just grinned at each other, hands back on their faces, as if they'd done nothing at all.

Come up at Christmas and I'll show you the monkeys. They've been promoted to the stage door now, and Albert says the nicest thing about the job is that nobody ever asks him to explain himself. Love, Pat.