Aaaaah, summer. When young people shed their bulky clothes and show remarkable quantities of … ink.
Seriously, what’s with all the tattoos?
You may call me stuffy without fear of contradiction. But it’s not a particularly fine line between daring and stupid and it shouldn’t be drawn on your skin with blurry ink.
Yes, blurry. I know death is just a distant rumour to the young. But so, apparently, is the fact that as you age bits of you, often your favourite bits, start to do stupid gravity tricks.
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