Il ne faut pas s'offenser que les autres nous cachent la vérité, puisque nous nous la cachons si souvent à nous-mêmes.

Like his grandfather, Henry decided to get his very first tattoo at a young age. Like many a young man, this indelible stain was inked in honour of his very first love: apples.

I will be honest though, I am not fond of tattoos, piercings, ear shaping or any of that fandangled nonsense. I’m straight edge me. Decorative body modification just doesn’t rock my boat, it all seems a little bit, well, sad.

I’m not knocking other people’s right to do what they like with their bodies, it just seems so superfluous. Even worse, it used to mark you out from the crowd, send a message. Now – as Henry here demonstrates – everybody and his dog has got one (or five). I think not having a tattoo these days marks you out as different.

Really, should we resurrect corsetry, cranial binding or that old favourite, foot binding? Are people that keen for a bit of attention?