Anyway, as an antidote to the previous post’s misery (it’s relentless these days)…
I’m not angling to lower the tone of this blog with titillation, but here is a photo of my “Memento Vivere” tattoo taken a while back. It means, “Remember to Live”.
My two older sisters and I had them done in memory of our dad in 2006. Michelle’s is on her hip, Paula’s is on her wrist.
It was truly pain for love as I had agonising sunburn on my back at the time. I clenched my fists so hard that I almost whittled my fingers down to bones. I had it down in Kessingland, Suffolk, for £20. The guy’s name was Bruce, and oddly enough, the guy who did Paula’s tattoo in Belfast was also called Bruce!
Anyway, I am posting this as sometimes the message bears repeating.
And I am not, in fact, naked.
(My dad used to Google me at work. He would have kicked my ass for this post).