In a late doors pub in the center of Chester, one which stays open until six in the morning, I met this man. For the price of a few beers he and his family were fine with me taking a few shots of him and publishing online. Which I’m glad about because although he is sixty nine years old at the moment I really wouldn’t want to piss this guy off.
For the sake of this article we’ll call him John, not his real name, he was known in the past as the Tattooed Terror. The name is kind of appropriate as he was covered with tattoos, everywhere but his face, even the sides of his fingers. Most of these were home made tatts, many even prison tatts.
John was a Hell’s Angel back in the sixties in Manchester, a part of the notorious biker gang who started in California but fairly quickly spread…
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