Thursday, 10 August 2017


I went out to supper with some old friends last week. It is at least ten years since we last had a conversation.
They had lots of questions about my life down here but one of the first ones was odd.
"Jean have you any tattoos?"
What? No of course not...
" Not even a small butterfly tucked away somewhere?"
No, definitely not. I was surprised to be asked this and it must have shown....the explanation that followed surprised me.
Apparently it has become very common now to visit one of the fast growing tattoo parlours.
I can dimly remember wondering whether to have my eyelid tattooed . As I then drew a black line on it as part of my daily wear it seemed a good idea to have one permanently in place.
When I was told that it would be painful I shelved that notion fairly quickly.
But that was the only time in my life that tattooing seemed a possibility.
Following the conversation with my old friends I have since noticed the amount of tattoos to be seen on the television. Some late night programs reveal a huge number of bodily adornments.
Here one of my friends daughter displayed hers with pride and joy....a very big  picture of a lion resides on her back. She told me that it had been quite painful to start with!
This is weird. Once you've got one it's there for life. Why would you presume that what you loved in your youth would still be important to you fifty years or so later?
On the beach the more intimate visions are clearly visible apparently. We live in weird times...I hope that the young people of today don't have lifetimes of regret.
I am not tempted skin is picture free...and will stay that way..anything that hurts is always going to be out for me. Thank goodness.

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