Introduction

Pete Dalson is away on holiday for the fifth time in the last ten minutes. He's having a whale of a time somewhere, but he's earned it though. It's finally time to return to Japan after four, five, six weeks on the road. I'm sick of England now. Do you miss the cats? I miss marginally as much as one can miss a creature that wakes you up every morning. So, Shama just got a tattoo. It took how long? 22 hours. That's longer than the flight back to Tokyo. Why did you want a tattoo? Especially when it's painful as that. And there's no meaning. They do look cool.