Recently, I got my first tattoo. That’s it there, at the top of the page. It’s on the inside of my left arm and I’m very happy with it. Before I got it, I did a fair bit of research via the Internet. This was something of a pain because I had to wait for the Internet to be invented first, because it was 1992 when I decided to get one.
On a treacherously beautiful spring morning, my Dad woke up with a stomach ache and an hour later we were waiting for the undertaker to come and take him away forever.
“They were the best of chips, they were the worst of chips, it was the taste of vinegar, it was the taste of tartare, it was the epoch of disbelief at the cost, it was the epoch of incredulity at the taste, it was the seafront of Brighton, it was the hilltops of Yorkshire, it was the spring of 2017, it was the winter of 2016.”