Just come across my mate R’s writeup of our night in a pub a fortnight ago. It made me realise quite how much territory it is possible to gallop through in an evening’s chat with an enthusiastic conversation partner, especially when aided by a couple of pints of cider.
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OK, so I don’t do the whole body-adornment thing, mainly because in respect of me, it fires up the sense of the ridiculous well before my sense of the aesthetic.
On the other hand I could be persuaded to do certain things to myself, including this absolutely stunning Dr. Teeth tattoo…
via boingboing.net