In my late teens, maybe 20 I worked in a restaurant and got invited to a party after work in a very rough part of town. So rough that the taxi driver wouldn't let us get out until we found the exact address (this would have been mid nineties so well before GPS nav was popular).

Anyway we get there. Folks are nice. Maybe ten in total plus the 4 of us from work. They're rough around the edges but generally salt of the earth characters which I love so it's all going well. Get chatting to one lad and he shows me his new tattoo on his forearm that his friend had done for him.

It was a palm tree on a tiny desert island with a dude sitting against the tree smoking a massive joint.

Now this monstrosity was one colour, all outlines, looked like it was done with a compass from your school pencil case and my 11 year old would have done a better job. It's very difficult to describe just how shite it was.

Felt really sorry for the lad. He was definitely going to regret it if he didn't already. Never forgot that tattoo though.