Black tribal-style bull head tattoo on a man's shoulder and upper arm, seen in a shirtless close-up photograph.

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Tribal bull head on a shoulder

Blackwork · Shoulder · Black and grey · Photo

A solid black tribal-style bull head in profile sits on the top of the shoulder, with its horns extending towards the neck. The design uses bold, filled shapes and flowing curved linework, with no visible shading or colour. The photo is cropped close around the shoulder and upper arm against a dark background.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit down, sit down, the band's gone out for their tea and I've the floor till they come back. You want the one about the bull? Right then. Before the war the Lantern Ballroom in Skelbeck had a black iron bull worked into the top of the balcony rail, head turned sideways as if it were listening to the fiddler. Old Harold Dyke forged it the winter his wife left him for a lighthouse keeper, and he always swore the horns were a joke at his own expense.

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Every Saturday the bull watched the couples go round. Nobody danced under it twice in a row. Lily Marsh, who sold tickets at the door and had a laugh you could hear over the brass, once dared the bull by waltzing right beneath those horns. She came away with a bruise on her hip the size of a penny and married the boy who'd been too shy to ask her. Folk said the bull had chosen.

Then in 1961 the council wanted the rail for scrap. The men with the lorry came on a Tuesday and hacked the bull free, and Lily stood in the car park with her arms folded. She bought it off them for a shilling and a bottle of stout, and it hung in her hallway until the day she died, horns pointing straight at the front door.

Her grandson brought it back here last month, wrapped in a tablecloth. Now it hangs above our bar, and every time someone new walks in, the horns swing round to face them. Go on, you. Mind your feet. The band's coming back and the bull's looking at you.

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