Thursday, 9 June 2011
1. I think they're a bad idea. There they are, freezing a bit of a changing person forever. On the other hand, something similar-but-different can be said about us uploading things onto Facebook and so on. The web doesn't go away. If you write something dim, the chances are increasingly likely that people will always be able to see it somehow. Are millions of us tattooing ourselves?
2. I wrote this bit of incisive social criticism so I could post a picture of John Carew, whose recent tattoo I suddenly realised that a lot of my non-sporting friends might have missed. Because of a bad tattooist, or because John can't spell, it reads, 'ma vie, mes régles' (my life, my menstruation) instead of 'ma vie, mes règles'.*
While we're on it, the one of these tattoos I can't help finding sweet is Fernando Torres's one on his left arm, which reads 'Fernando' in Tengwar, one of Tolkien's elvish scripts. Stupid, but sweet.
* I got this all wrong on first posting, irony of ironies. I am terrible at languages.