>"Ollie decided to spend the Christmas of 1981 in Los Angeles. He found for a drinking companion an ex-British Army squaddie and, fuelled by whisky and beer, the pair set off for the city's Latin Quarter to search for a tattooist willing to emblazon Reed's cock with the image of two eagle's claws. A visit to several of the more orthodox establishments met with flat refusals. The cab driver ferrying them around came to the rescue. 'I know who'll do it,' he said. 'Then take me there. my good fellow,' said Reed. They travelled down side streets and alleys to a less salubrious district and stopped outside a rundown shop. Inside Reed made his request. The tattooist shook his head, unprepared to work on so vulnerable an area of the human body. At that moment the man's wife appeared. 'I'll do it,' she said. 'Make bigger, please.' Ollie had rather a nice time engineering his cock to a suitable size for the woman to work on. Two hours later he returned to his hotel room, his manhood wrapped in bloodied cotton wool. Not long after, Reed had an eagle's head tattooed on his shoulder so when people asked why he had an eagle's head on his shoulder he could reply, 'Would you like to see where it's perched?' On holiday in the Caribbean once Ollie got carried away and, as was his usual way, flashed his prick at fellow hotel guests. Alas, the eagle's claw tattoo on his cock was interpreted as a voodoo image and he was chased out of the bar. ">from the book>Hellraisers: The Life and Inebriated Times of Burton, Harris, O'Toole and Reed>by Robert Sellers
Sounds like bullshit honestly
Genuinely talented guy who wasted most of his career being an annoying pisshead. It’s a shame
The guy had mad skill. How he was able to switch it on and articulate what makes it work is incredible to watch.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OmnK0ty0RBE
