Body Mods
This week we hand the honours over to DippyFi, who asks:
"Got your girlfriend stuck on your Prince Albert? Had an argument with your tattoo artist mid-tattoo? Piercing mysteriously dissolved the cartilege in your ear? Or worse: decided to pierce yourself while you were drunk? Go on, I wanna hear all the gory details!"
The closest I've got to body piercing was when a friend stuck a sodding gardening fork through my right hand. It wasn't a good look to be honest.
( , Thu 30 Nov 2006, 23:02)
This week we hand the honours over to DippyFi, who asks:
"Got your girlfriend stuck on your Prince Albert? Had an argument with your tattoo artist mid-tattoo? Piercing mysteriously dissolved the cartilege in your ear? Or worse: decided to pierce yourself while you were drunk? Go on, I wanna hear all the gory details!"
The closest I've got to body piercing was when a friend stuck a sodding gardening fork through my right hand. It wasn't a good look to be honest.
( , Thu 30 Nov 2006, 23:02)
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I used to be into Black Metal
My name back then was "Doom Master" (changed by deed poll) and I was completely committed to Darkness. That's why I didn't have any problem having a likeness of Christ crucified upside-down tattooed on my forehead and my ears snipped to resemble those of Hell's dwarves.
Then I grew up.
I remember with embarrassment my first interview for a retail management position with a large high-street supermarket chain:
Interviewer: So, Mr Master, do you think that our customers might be offended by that inverted Christ on your forehead?
Me: It's not Christ, honestly! It's just a guy who looks like him. But not him.
Interviewer: He has a crown of thorns and nails. He's on a cross.
Me: He was just an unlucky passer-by.
Interviewer: Do you think our customers will sympathise with you having an inverted crucifixion of an unlucky passer-by tattooed on your forehead?
Me: Not really, no.
Interviewer: Go home, Mr Master.
Me: Call me Doom, please.
Interviewer: No.
( , Mon 4 Dec 2006, 11:15, Reply)
My name back then was "Doom Master" (changed by deed poll) and I was completely committed to Darkness. That's why I didn't have any problem having a likeness of Christ crucified upside-down tattooed on my forehead and my ears snipped to resemble those of Hell's dwarves.
Then I grew up.
I remember with embarrassment my first interview for a retail management position with a large high-street supermarket chain:
Interviewer: So, Mr Master, do you think that our customers might be offended by that inverted Christ on your forehead?
Me: It's not Christ, honestly! It's just a guy who looks like him. But not him.
Interviewer: He has a crown of thorns and nails. He's on a cross.
Me: He was just an unlucky passer-by.
Interviewer: Do you think our customers will sympathise with you having an inverted crucifixion of an unlucky passer-by tattooed on your forehead?
Me: Not really, no.
Interviewer: Go home, Mr Master.
Me: Call me Doom, please.
Interviewer: No.
( , Mon 4 Dec 2006, 11:15, Reply)
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