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I’m not sure if it was just the chronic infertility of my imagination but, as my surname is Bull, I decided to have a bovine tattoo complete with menacing horns when a few members of our rugby team decided to visit a studio a couple of years ago. Pretty stupid, as I’ve always known my fiancée Kelly hates tattoos and she has recurrently made her displeasure known over the tattoo, which really isn’t that large. Anyway, I’ve been worn down and start a course of tattoo removal next week. The lads have found out and are mocking me pretty hard, but in truth I’ve decided having a tattoo isn’t the best example to my son, Robert, who is still too young to take notice of it. Apparently, the cost won’t be too much and the number of sessions won’t be huge. It can cause discolouration or scarring but it is a relatively small area of my skin. The lads have been putting the boot in, asking if I’ll be having laser hair removal for my bikini line too, which they say needs sorting more than my tattoo, but I guess I let myself in for these jibes by doing such daft things in the first place. With friends like these, right…