When I were a nipper
Belly button piercings had just been invented. I thought they were SOOOOO cool. Everybody at school disagreed and thought they were totally disgusting, but I had long since nursed an ambition to get lots of tattoos and piercings and get a boyfriend who owned a Harley Davidson, so to me a belly button piercing was an absolute must.

Problem is, I was only fourteen. In order to get body percings when you're under sixteen you have to have parental consent. My mum was cool with it, taking the attitude that if I was going to have it done when I was sixteen I might as well have it now. My father on the other hand was not so keen. Specifically, if I pierced any part of my body other than my ears I would be kicked out of the house to look forward to a stellar career selling the Big Issue.

So I did what any normal, intelligent, mature person would do. I went to the piercing place, wore loads of make up to make me look older, gave them a fake date of birth and had it done anyway.

Of course I had to keep it covered in the house, but it wasn't difficult and that was a small price to pay for being able to lift my shirt up at school and have everybody go EEEEUUUUUURRRRGGHGHHHGGHHHHH!

Unfortunately, within three years the "eurgh" factor had completely dissolved, navel piercings had become totally mainstream and completely passe, every chav girl had one and I looked like a fashion victim. They all forgot that I was the first one to have it done. That's what I get for being a trendsetter.
(grandmasterfluffles Come to my Armageddon party on, Sun 3 Dec 2006, 16:43, Reply)