Mikey's Page
I'm working for a guy called Ben Iceton. He's got his own company called Iceton. You can look it up by clicking on one of the times I've written Iceton. If you'd like to know the kind of thing I've been doing for him, click on i3. I wrote that and also I designed a lot of those pointless squares with arrows and stuff in them. Well Ben Iceton read what I wrote and was so impressed with it that he employed me to do other stuff, which I'm now doing.
While working for him I noticed that he quite likes his logo. He's got it on his window, he's got it on his stationary, on his business cards (both embossed), his brochures, his pamphlets, he's getting it embroidered on his cuffs and he's getting a signet ring with the logo on it. His ultimate goal is to have a high rise office block in the city called the Iceton tower, and, he revealed, he wouldn't mind it being in the shape of his logo.
As I clocked all this, I was also trying to think of a money making scam for our joint battle against Captain Cancer and his army of growths. Obviously, since my back was just so much wasted real estate, I could get a tattoo of his logo on it. I put the idea to him, he said no. His reasons were that he didn't want to brand me and that I'd probably regret it. I thought that since it was such a sweet idea, I'd carry on suggesting it every so often. He kept saying things like "It would look good though... but no, I'm not letting you do that, that would make me Satan." After one such rejection I said "OK, well I guess I'll get the Starbucks logo on my back then" and he said "OK, Mikey, £250. I'll pay you, you're not having the Starbucks logo on your back. I'll pay."
After that, I tried not to mention it again in case he changed his mind, but inevitably I did and he did change his mind. All his concerns about my future regrets came bubbling back up and he forbade me from going ahead with it.
| But I did it anyway because I'm awesome. |
I pretty much reasoned that if I just got it done, he'd probably most likely pay up, and if he didn't it's quite a funny story. A question you may be thinking is "How much?" and the answer is "£70". Another question you may be thinking is "Where?" and the answer is The Family Business in Exmouth Market. You might possibly also be thinking "Yeah yeah, whatever, that's not you and it's not a real tattoo and your pants are totally on fire, and the answer is:
Here's an update for anyone who's interested. For some reason Dad thought it would be appropriate to put a link to this page in his Christmas letter. He was totally wrong about that, but it's a bit late to complain I suppose. By my reckoning, if you're reading this, you're a friend of Mum or Dad (or maybe me) and you're now thinking "Thank heavens I don't have children like the Lears" or words to that effect.
That's a fair point. This website was set up to promote a rally I went on for which I had to raise £250 and decorate a car. In the end our car ended up looking like this but you can also see the work in progress.
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