You could reasonably ask what a man nearing 60 was doing having a tattoo. It’s a question I’ve asked myself many times over the past few years. The best I can come up with is that it seemed like a good idea at the time. I was on holiday with friends in Spain, my son had emailed me a design I liked and we had a few hours free … You get the picture. And before you ask: no, I wasn’t drunk. Nor was I when I had any of my other tattoos.