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Easter in Wellington was ushered in with blue skies and by local standards balmy weather. Of course, Gillian and I during our time in Sydney have gone native, turning our noses up at anything less than 25c temperatures but it was still pretty pleasant.

Long weekends are always nice and ones with birthday's are better. 40th's come around infrequently, and 40th's where the main event is something more than a piss up even more so.

In 1970 Elliot Silverstein directed "A Man Called Horse" starring Richard Harris as an English aristocrat who is captures by Native Americans (though back then they were still Red Indians), and slowly goes native. The pivitol moment of the film for me is the point at which Harris becomes Horse in a ritualised manner.

Skip forward 36 years and replay. For those of you not up on the terms, one of the fringe elements to body piercing is that of suspension. It's a bit like Ronseal. It is what it says.

Take one body, thread hooks through the skin and lift off the ground. Simple. Startling too.

Paul's friend Hamish runs Flesh Wound which as the name suggests is a piecing studio. He's well placed to be performing a suspension. The preparation took place with the cleanliness that you'd expect, albeit it Hamish's house rather than the store and with a larger crowd than normal.

First the entry and exit points were marked up, then the area cleaned thoroughly. Next came the insertions, four of them. After that nothing remains but the hanging part. Sounds simple? Yes, but pictures will elaborate.


In case anyone is wondering, Juicy and Gristle are the names of pigs that Hamish and Natalie own as pets.