The one thing about tattoos is that they're permanent.
Yes, laser bla bla bla. If you could erase them as easily as you get them done, everyone would have one. Me included.
I thought about getting one for my 30th. Fuck knows what it would have been but my sister got one on her 21st and so I thought it would be something to make life a little more interesting. I never bothered though.
I couldn't put my finger on exactly why wasn't keen on tattoos, that was, until I was out on Saturday night.
The thing with them is this...
Yes, everyone calls them Tramp Stamps but I've been called worse.
Yes, they're permanent but screw that. Whatever.
Yes, when you get arrested one of the first things the police do is to note down the details of any tattoos you may have. Bla bla. I have blue eyes. They can note that down if they like.
Do you know what the problem with tattoos is? Everyone's too polite to tell you what they really think.
So I'm out with friends at a poove bar in Cape Town. I'm talking about getting a tattoo and my best friend Ian says "Bobby, have you seen Mia's tattoo?"
I go "no, who's Mia and what's so interesting about her tattoo...?" and Ian says "wait til you see this." So Ian goes to find Mia on the dancefloor so that she can show me her tattoo. They come over and at first she's reluctant.
Of course others in our group have also become curious. "Mia, let's see it then..."
So Mia lifts up her top and pulls down her jeans slightly. There it is, just above the hairline to her nether bits.
And everyone goes "ohmygod!". "Wow." "Jeez, that's interesting" But not one person said what they really thought until Mia was out of earshot.