At 70, a Parson Cross grandma has joined the inky ranks of folk with doodles on their bodies.
Personally, I hate tattoos. But when it comes to hers, done in memory of her grandson Jamie Stuart, murdered in a knife attack, I totally get it.
She doesn’t need anything to remind her of him. But his name etched into her forearm is a visible sign to everyone that he existed - and of how much he mattered to her.
I’ve heard of soldiers using their bodies as a living, ongoing list of the names of every comrade killed in Afghanistan for the same reason.
And then there’s bikini-clad Tulisa, revealing her latest tat. “Lucky you”, it says, just above her pubic bone.
They’re not called tramp-stamps for nothing.