They're lying. It hurts.

My latest experience with Tribe body-piercers/tattooers to the gentry on West Nicholson St will apparently not be my last. Tattoos, allegedly, are addictive. In my opinion they're just sore. It's a shame, because it was supposed to be a celebrating - celebrative - celebratory, that's it, thing. I made the appointment on Friday on the first day of a historic third term, and I walked into the tattoo room, which looks a lot like a dentist's, to a stencil of a two-inch-tall long-stemmed red rose. It looks nice, now it's on, but it did hurt. The biggest cosmetic problem is still the blood seeping through the ink. When it's settled down it'll be a lot better. Exactly the reverse of the English and Welsh education policy reforms, then.