Ahhhh, I see
Cheers for clearing that up folks.

I have a piercing gone wrong story I feel the need to share with you now.

The year was 1996, I was 16. I had ginger curtains. I liked Korn. I was a dyed in the wool metaler and proud of it (still am).

I'd managed to get tickets for the Donnington festie that year. I think it was the one that Kiss & Ozzy headlined. Either them or Metallica.

Anyway, my friends and I had had a few ciders on the coach on the way up and bravado instead that the day carried on like that.

Because of this, I decided to get the top of my ear pierced. This was a big step in our group. No one else had got any mods of any type up until then so I was the guinea pig.

I paid the exorbitant £15 to get it done and all was good. Didn't hurt too much, although the cider probably helped with that.

Thing was, literaly 10 minutes after I had it done, Biohazard were playing. I wasn't going to turn down seeing them and rushed to the pit. The band came on and the usual kicked off. Circle pits, moshing, the lot.

2 songs in, a crowd surfer came over, clad in DM boots. I was distracted in an effort to stay upright and a boot caught me in the ear I just had pierced. It hurt a bit but I didn't think anything of it.

The band finished and I regrouped with my friends who were giving me strange looks.

"Are you ok buddy?" one of them asked. I responded in the positive and asked why.

"You're, errmm, bleeding a bit there" he said, pointing at my ear.

I felt about. Something was missing. Something else was flapping.

Yes, my first piercing lasted a full sum of 20 minutes before being ripped out of my ear sideways by a DM boot.

I was not best pleased!
(Pirate Monkey is not the goddamn Batman, Wed 1 Oct 2008, 17:05, Reply)