blamebrampton

Had my hair cut this morning. The apprentice who washed my hair was a loon, but very sweet and quite good. He had a lot of 'ink' as the young folk say. Down the outside of his left arm I noticed 'In silence'.

'Joy Division, eh?' I asked, cheekily.

He held up his other arm. Tattooed down it: 'Don't walk away.'

I sang a bit of 'Atmosphere' for him, he did air drums, the rest of the salon looked baffled.

Hair looks good, think I'm coming down with a cold. Down to my last beta job! (Yes, This, that's you ;-))