Design by Firinel Thurman.
Photo by Alex Turner.
Validate?
Yesterday we went down to Philly and Fin got herself a tattoo at No Ka Oi. On the way some guy
appeared and started asking me (in rhyme) whether I would buy his hiphop album.
(Fin, to me: "But you don't even listen to hiphop." Me: "I do sometimes.
Specially if it's in
Welsh.") I had lost the captive bead of my nose ring while
I'd been away: I'd tried to put it back and dropped it, and heard it bouncing
away for ever along the floor. I went over to Infinite and asked them to put another
one in, which they did, but there was such a queue that I missed most of the
tattooing, which I was rather sad about. I was reading Ender's Game while I waited and
didn't realise how much time had passed. When I came back they were pretty much
done. We didn't get to go to the Shoe, nor did we get to
go and eat somewhere, because it was getting late and the snow was coming on
quite thickly. So we went home, and Fin unveiled her tattoo.
I think it's lovely, and I wish I could get some of my own (the psoriasis makes
it impossible).