I’ve just spent the best part of half an hour writing a list of all the tattoos I want and who I want to do them, complete with body doodles to plan space for them. So now my legs are currently covered in biro boxes and ovals with peoples’ names written in them like some kind of Merchant of Venice ‘this pound of flesh can be yours!’ kind of deal.
One thing I’ve learned from said list is I don’t half pick the expensive people! But when it comes to tattoos, I am a firm believer in getting what you pay for, plus travelling around and making memories is always exciting and definitely part of the fun in the whole process!
Sweet hand and neck tattoos, they look so good on their own and you’re a cool sort for now having to spend your life in a jumper.
I must be getting better, my sheer hatred is coming back for utter imbeciles and their moronic actions.