He fastens on you till he reads you dead, /And like a leech, voracious of his food, /Quits not his cruel hold till gorged with blood

Everyday on the bus I go past Blood Brothers Tattoo parlour.
Sometimes I think of Franko B and sometimes I think of Gina Pane.
But for some reason, I never think of getting a tattoo myself.

"Oh ! would you like to marry me? And if you like, you can buy the ring!"