My AIDS scare and the Old Man

Hmmmmmmmm

I'm in a bit of a situation...

A few years ago I got a tattoo at a place called Rays. I was only about 15-16 when I got it done so looking back on it it seemed like a bit of a stupid thing to do.

Don't get me wrong I love my tattoo... I have no regrets there. But the idea they actually let me have a tattoo at that age without asking for any ID does seem a bit strange. Anyway the problem is these past few weeks I have heard all sorts of different rumours about the place.

My friend Steph text me about a month or so ago asking where did I get my recent tattoo from... which was Skin Graffiti. After replying to this she said "Ok thats fine, just if you had it done at Rays you have to go for a blood test".

But then I was thinking well I did go to Ray's... only that was a few years back now.

A week or so past and as I was in Wigan, I was walking past Ray's and there was a sign on the door stating "Ray's has never been closed down, and never will".

So this made me believe that what my friend Steph told me was just hearsay.

But now I've just got off the phone to my friend Amanda from work... who told me the same thing about if you've been to Ray's you need a blood test, due to the use of dirty needles.

So what do I do...

I personally feel its just a visious rumour going round.

But I still feel it would be better to be safe then sorry.

But then again can I be bothered. I don't feel scared enough to bother going for a blood test.

I feel like a tosser for saying that!

Moving on... onto the Old Man.

Today I had my first English Language exam. It was horrible so I don't wanna go into much detail about how I feel it went... Then again I did learn a lot about the suffragette Emily Davison... God she was a strange woman... I understand her intensions but if you ever read about the way she protested she seemed like a person arguing a point yet didn't know how to argue.

Anyway... I was told I was having a male reader for my exam... That's right I need my own reader... But hay! I get to sit in a classroom rather then the sportshall. So I can't complain.

Anyway my reader was called Trevor. I should have known he was gunna be a small fat balding old man... But I could live in hope that some fit guy would turn up and do more then talk to me about linguistic features. (God I've just realised I'm using English terminology in "sexy talk", something must be seriously wrong with me).

But unfortunately for Trevor he wasn't my type.

Better luck next time mate.

But the coffee breath and waist high trousers where a bit of a turn off.