Let me tell you a story.
Many moons ago I thought about getting a tattoo. I was young (not to be patronising) and thought it would be cool and I’d be with the in crowd.
Back then tattoos seemed more of a novelty. Anyway I considered getting something random, literally it would have had no meaning behind it at all. No important date, name or song lyric. I was thinking completely random. A strawberry. A star. Something small and pretty and hidden on the hip. Something discreet and hidden. Just so I could be cool and say ‘yeah I’m inked’.
I remember all those years ago I walked into a random tattoo parlour in Peterborough and nearly booked in. There was something in the back of my mind however which was warning me. Call it intuition but I just wasn’t sure. For the first time in my life (at that time anyway), I made a sensible decision and left. Months later I dreamed of having a flower design tattooed around my ankle, but again it was just absent thinking.