When I got my first tattoo I was at school and everyone was like cool. I was forever rolling my sleeve up and showing people. I didn't do it for the attention I just thought they looked smart and my dads got loads so I figured why not. but one tattoo soon turned into two and then before I knew it I had nine.

My first was a tattoo of a tiger and my dad got the same one on his upper arm just like me. Well almost the same he got the tigers head but enlarged so it covered his top of his arm. Once I had a tattoo everyone wanted one and soon a lot of my friends were covered in them.

My friend Mike got a tattoo before me but he got well into them and started drawing them and soon he'll have his own tattooing kit. Don't blame him he's an excellent artist and has a wild imagination.