Tuesday, May 16, 2006
For almost 90 minutes, I thought I had jinxed Liverpool by ingraining an indelible design of absolute love on matchday itself. Thankfully, the love was reciprocated.
The tattooist said I was the most excitable customer she had the pleasure of torturing. Perhaps it was my stupid little grin but I blame it on the fluttering butterflies in my stomach. To cut a long story short, the first cut is the deepest, cutting it close and cutting corners, I didnt faint nor did I cry. I was stoned silent.
Its still sore today and it doesnt help when friends slap you in the arm. I would be happier with a slap across the face.
The tattoo itself.
* Its a Liverbird and not the logo of The Chicken Rice Shop!