Ink, Ink, Baby!

There is reason behind with this post, but let me ramble a bit first.

I love tattoos. Don't get me wrong, jail tats - not so much. The big sweaty hairy biker with the tribute to his mother - not appealing. Kind of Norman Bates-ish actually, and if it was ever a crime to love your mother too much - that was an example. "Love" and "Hate" tattoos - there is something cool about those, although I do admit - horrid. I like when people modernise these horrid tattoos, such as "Game" and "Over" etc. These ghastly retro geeky tattoos, are something I find funny and kind of have respect for the fools that do it to themselves. After all, I fear over the remainder of my 20's I too, will be an inked up geek. I've got the geek bit down already. 

um...why'd you get a banana?
why don't you stay in school and learn
about art, fool.

My first tattoo was a replica of Andy Warhol's screen print of a Banana - used as the cover album art for The Velvet Underground's album, entitled The Velvet Underground & Nico. It terrified me of getting more after my friend had exclaimed during it - "um, is that supposed to be orange? Just, there's a lot of blood..". Thanks for that. Thankfully after healing, it was in fact yellow, and not some mutated orange banana-carrot thing. Hooray! 

Well, it took me a while (3 years) to deliberate over the next image to be etched into my skin with a needle. You'd think after so long I must of come up with some cool personalised design, or a deep meaningful tattoo. What did I settle on? A moustache. On my finger. Not only that, but my friend had booked it for me as a 21st birthday gift, and she would also get one. I got told on the day it was booked - as I lay sprawled at my other friends house, smelling like gin and parental disappointment. Crap.

Not to worry, I jumped (I use this term for effect, it was more of a slow crawl with my main point of interesting focussing on not vomiting) out of bed and along to get the tattoo. All was well. I left 40 minutes later, the proud owner of a fingerstache. Random, immature, but in my book, pretty cool.

is that a transfer?

10 days later however, I was not so pleased. It had faded beyond recognition, and when we had asked for it to be rectified, was told it would cost us! The cheek! So I got on my legal high horse and marched down to the Citizens Advice Bureau. They said to formally record the delivery of a letter requesting a refund for the shoddy workmanship and give them 14 days. If there was no reply, I was to return and they would take matters further, including approaching Trading Standards. 

Well guess what? Their 14 days are up, baby! I'll update with what the next steps are when I find out.

FAO EVERYONE: DO NOT GET A TATTOO AT WESTPORT TATTOO & PIERCING STUDIO, DUNDEE.