Words by Thomas Willet.
It’s the first week of November, I’ve only just recovered from my Halloween hangover when my boyfriend turns to me and asks the eternal question, “What do you want for Christmas this year?”
I’m sorry, Christmas? Honey, I’ve only just taken down the skeletons and now you want me to get the sleigh bells out? Okay, let’s go through the list: clothes, bit basic; a trip somewhere, who’s got time for that?; something techy, will probably end up breaking it as soon as I open the box. No, this year I wanted something different, not some throwaway gift that I won’t use a month later.
I turn to my boyfriend and tell him, “I want a tattoo.”
Yes, no need to adjust your screens, you did read that correctly, I asked my boyfriend for a tattoo this Christmas. Now I know what you’re thinking: urgh, just…
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