I had a friend who had a Harley Davidson. Apart from that he was a nice guy. We used to go out drinking from time to time and by around 2300, after far too many beers, I would announce my intention to buy a Harley the next morning. Of course, come the headache the next day, my logic circuits would re-engage and the thought of buying one of those ridiculous machines had evaporated. My friend got so sick of my reversals of commitment, he tried to convince the local Harley dealer to stay open until midnight so he could drag me down there with my credit card and a belly full of booze.
It never happened thank goodness, but I have always thought that getting a tattoo must also fall into the “I’m totally pissed and will now do something stupid” category. Why else would you have “I love Gwendoline Fitzgibbons” engraved on your forearm, in the certain knowledge that you and Ms. Fitzgibbons are unlikely to last more than a month, whereas a forearm is forever (usually).
But tattoos are popular enough to justify a festival, so here we are today at the Jimmy Wong World Tattoo Arts Festival in Pattaya.
The website said it kicked off at 1500 so I was there at 1430, just in case. I was told to come back at 1515. I did, and was told to come back at 1700. I did, and there was not a lot going on, but there were a few apparently sober people having tattoos applied by some hopefully sober tattoo artists.
The artistry is evident, although I would rather have their creations on a piece of paper than on my stomach.
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2008-05-18| Billy saysMy philosophy, such as I have one, is if you want to do it and it doesn’t do harm to anyone else, then go ahead, chum. I have to say that tatooing stretches my relaxed attitude to personal freedom to the limit.