Seems you can't open a paper or Facebook without some narcissist doing a selfie clad in their underwear - usually a woman. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad if they weren't emblazoned with bloody tattoos.
The exhibition I'm at in Athens is crowded with some really beautiful women, but not a tattoo in sight - although I have to admit I did see one, but it was on the inside of the woman's wrist and very discrete. Neither do the blokes sport a variety of monster-macho, faux tribal tattoos - you're not a Polynesian or Maori warrior, you're an accountant, media analyst or cycle courier, for heaven's sake! It's a cultural fad that seems to have passed most of Greece by, thank God.
This image kind of sums it up for me.
I have a tattoo which was received aged 20 when pissed out of my mind on my stag do in Tilbury while standing by a ship. My bastard mates carried me to the tattooists just outside the dock gates while comatose. Regretted it ever since.
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Regret not CB. You are in company with an impressive list of decorated Royals along with Lady and Winston Churchill. Although I don't think their tattoos were acquired at Tilbury docks after a night on the grog...or had the savoir-faire of the one illustrated...not yours I trust?
Most certainly not, George.
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