Aged 16...
Finished my last GCSE exam at half 11 and was in the pub with my mates by 12. It being that kind of provincial country town we were allowed to stay despite wearing the school uniform of the rather posh private school the 3 of us attended.

At about 4 in the afternoon and being somewhat the worse for wear, and with one of our number departing for a 6th form on the other side of the country, we decided to celebrate our friendship in the traditional manly way by getting drunken tattoos. The fact that this was probably grounds for immediate expulsion from our strait-laced school was just a bonus. Unsurprisingly though when we got to the local (only) tattoo place in town we were told in no uncertain terms to fuck off.

Unfortunately this was not enough to turn us off the idea and thusly on the way home Dan raised the idea of prison tats which he'd got from the latest edition of FHM...

Long story short Dan now has a burn scar on his right forearm in the form of a slightly misshapen star. Ally and me having seen the immense amount of pain he'd been in, and the fact that we were both pissing ourselves with laughter the entire time, chickened out. Dan called us both fuckwits and then we got a coupla bottles of cider and went to the park.

Interestingly, 6 years on Dan now has 9 piercings in a variety of agonising positions but no tats.
(Milo Minderbinder, Fri 20 Jul 2007, 10:08, Reply)