The Post-Tattoo Gremlin exists, dammit!

I have decided that along with such anthopomorphic personifications as the Hogfather, the Hair Loss Fairy, the Eater of Socks, and the Oh God of Hangovers, there is also the Post-Tattoo Gremlin, which pokes you with needles occasionally to remind you that it's healing and that contact is a bad, bad thing. :whimper: On other hand, many admiring looks (mostly from girls) when they go 'Can I see? Oooo, pretty. ...Wow, that big? You're brave.'

Or as megolas put it, I spent saturday going 'touch my back and die'. Russian Winter festival thingy in Trafalgar square was very much like the Chinese New Year official celebrations - various sponsored stalls, average food, fun acts and MCs who kept trying to 'cheer up' the crowd whilst the crowd yawned and went 'we're not here to see you, you twat, put the acts on. *Then* we'll cheer.' Cossacks! dancers ! Giant fleecy hats! choral monks! After the choral monks, I made 'wanna go National Gallery!' whining noises whilst pointing out that they could go gift shop. Proceeded to make 'ooo' noises at much impressionist art. And 'eh' noises at the Picassos. Whole bunch of stuff you never see - sketches and lesser known works by Monet and Van Gogh, which I liked a lot better than the usual chair and sunflowers. National Gallery and Portrait are seriously falling down on their gift shop offerings. (well, aside from some bloody gorgeous Monet waterlily jewellery which was too expensive for publishing assistants) We've been spoiled by the Globe giftshop. We all fangirled Seurat. Then there was Covent garden and Lush. Evil, evil place. My willpower was strong and I only got a face mask. Unlike the others. :g:

In a continuation of the tattoo thingy, I'm glaring at all porn writers who believe that anyone who's just had a tattoo will even consider letting another person touch it, let alone lick it (without even taking into consideration the hygiene thing) without yelping in pain and kicking them in very sensitive places for the first 48 hours at least. And for the first four or so hours after application, if that was in a sensitive place/was big enough, all you can concentrate on is making sure you're not engaging in activites that will get it jostled. Sex drive in the first 24 hours? Bugger all, thankyou. And for at least a week it's going to be sore.

Also, a Jack/Ianto porn peeve : When taking Jack's shirt off, have you not *noticed* that the man always wears a t-shirt under it? Ianto cannot get to the skin just by undoing a few buttons.

Finally, juleskicks? :glomps you and snogs you breathless: Eeeee! Thankyou! 'And I? I am sunburnt.' also : 'Careful, that's harassment, sir.'