This is the second time of writing this blog due to not backing up my laptop, a mistake I'll never make again. Maybe though through doing this it's given me more time to think about what to write about a mistake I'll never ever make again.
I have a question for you, have you ever made a decision that almost immediately you regretted? Then in a moment of madness made that mistake again less than two weeks later? Thought not, then again, I wouldn't expect you lovely lot to be as stupid as me.
I remember it clear as day, the moment it thought "I'm going to get a tattoo or two" Now don't get me wrong, I actually think the world of tattooing is a whole new world since I first had my skin etched. Many tattooists these days are true artists not the scratchers of old. I guess I made the mistake at 18 years old of finding a tattooist that suited my budget rather than finding one of these true artists.
I'm actually cringing as I'm writing this as I thought it was so cool, I even designed the tattoo myself ha ha, friends even christened the design 'Freakwave'. I'm guessing Tattoos have always been dictated by fashion, in fact you can tell someone's age by what sort of tattoos they have, dodgy tribal you are 40 ish, Japanese koi carp, 35. Full sleeves of various styles which I call a Premier League Sleeve as every footballer seems to have one, about 25-30 years old. Then we have the Full sleeves with huge amounts of clouding masking the dodgy tribal tattoos that we had when we were young.
I was living and wearing my tattoos for many years, being somewhat in the public eye and being embarrassed by my tattoos I have tried it all, from using camouflage make up for a Wham styled photoshoot whilst filming a Lorraine Kelly promo, to covering them with the appropriate clothing, I didn't wear shorts in public for years, though that could well be to do with having legs like a new born chicken. I was very embarrassed and if I'm honest it massively dented my confidence. I decided I needed to do something about it. I had two choices, cover with a bigger, darker tattoo, not really an option as my tattoos were black or looking into laser tattoo removal.
I opted for the latter and started to look into getting completely shot of my tribal monstrosities. Luckily for me I reached out to an amazing clinic in my home city of Bristol called 'Harbour Lily laser skin clinic' in the centre of town. When I had my consultation followed by a skin patch test I was warned of two things, one; due to my vitiligo there was a risk that the trauma from the state of the art laser could possibly encourage new patches of pigment loss, I was happy to take that risk, and two; it was going to sting a bit, to this I replied "nothing is going to hurt as much as looking at the monstrosities I was sporting on my body" I decided to go ahead and start the process. I won't lie to you it was painful and it's a drawn-out process which takes commitment. Sessions every 2-3 months for a couple of years but I am literally over the moon with the results. The design on my arm has completely disappeared and my other 90% gone with a few more sessions to go.
All tattoos are different, inks change, equipment develops and various colours are harder to remove so my advice is that if you are going through the range of emotions I was going through then reach out and get a consultation, they will give you free advice on the best form of treatment and plan of action. Basically, what I'm saying in layman's terms is that if you have had your mates name tattooed on your ass cheek in kavos and you want shot of it, don't reach out to 'Tattoo Fixers' to get Sketch to cover it with a giant rose, consider laser treatment as I did, I'm so happy I made the decision to go down this route. Contact the guys at Harbour Lily www.harbourlily.com who are always happy to help and give an incredible service. As a bonus too if you mention this blog you can get an amazing 15% discount off of your tattoo removal should you sign up for a course of treatment, just quote DEAN15 when booking.
Before I sign off there is one thing I ask of you, please, please don't laugh at the photos of my terrible tats. Go on, I dare you not to ha ha. Oh, and yes Dad you were right.