Booze is bad
A couple of years ago I was living in Bethnal Green with two Radiohead obsessed men, at the time of living with them my nineteenth birthday rolled up. A few hours of pre-going out drinking ensued at home, so just before leaving I was well on my way to being somewhat pissed so upon asking "what time is it?" to one of my housemates, his response of "it's Radiohead o'clock (promptly plays Idioteque)!" was fucking hilarious.

After much debauchery and a sunrise return home I passed out in bed and woke up a few hours later, not so much hungover but still very much drunk. My housemate's comment of the previous evening was still playing in my head and making me giggle like a loon. And that's when I came up with the best idea ever. I found a small sticker he owned and took it to a tattoo place 5 minutes away. Half an hour later I was the proud owner of a Radiohead robot bear tattoo, lovely and prominent on my wrist. I almost wanted to beg people to ask me what time it was, just so I could pull up my sleeve and use my new "watch."

However, once sobriety kicked in I realised this had been an intensely stupid thing to do, and I was shit scared I'd perhaps broken copyright laws or something. But it remains and will do until you can get laser removals of tattoos you had done whilst drunk on the NHS.
( Fictional Emma, Fri 25 Nov 2005, 16:55, Reply)