One Red Balloon....

The second thing I thought about this morning was....

Oh Fuckin Baby Cheeses, its the 100 day.

I thought about it a lot, considered arty shots with pints of Guinness, and suitable candles floating in the heads....

And then said to myself, "Ah, Fuckittohell"...

And went in search of a suitable subject.

Dermot, here, agreeed to pose.

Have you ANY idea how hard it is to get an Irish Biker to do something like this?

His nephew, Eamonn, is the chap reaching for the balloon.

As with most things, there is a "Quid Pro Quo"...

Expect to see an "Oldmills" tat blip soon