Hole-y Hell.






I had my first proper day off in two months yesterday. It was pretty freaking awesome.



Saturday was an absolute cow, with a 5 a.m. start, three trains and a bus to the airport; a bus from the airport to the plane; a two hour delay on the runway; and then another bus, the tube, and a half hour walk WITH ALL MY LUGGAGE to my home for the next two weeks. So obviously I wanted to blow off some steam after I got over the worst mood in the history of my life.



I went to Camden with friends. Friends I need to tell you alllll about. But first, I'll tell you this.



I got my nose pierced.



I just sort of felt like it. And to be honest, I spent April 2007 walking around Bangalore, India with a bindi stuck my nose trying out how it felt and STILL the desire to have metal in my nose has not ceased. So I did it, because I just sort of thought well. Why not? And I happen to think it looks quite pretty.



And then of course I wanted to tell The Parents, because obviously we have such an open and honest relationship that I can tell them anything and it's cool. I didn't want approval or compliment, I just wanted to tell them about my day. I dropped dad a text.



Me: I just got my nose pierced!



Dad: Twat.



Me: That's not very nice. It looks good! You'll adore it!



Dad: Trust me. I won't.



Me: Alright. But at least it isn't another tattoo that will last forever. This can come out.



Dad: Not impressed.



Me: Okay. I'll go and sit in a corner and think about what I have done.



Dad: I'll tell you. You have successfully ostracised yourself from a sizable portion of the job market and society in general.



Me: Buggar.



Dad: Nobody likes a smart arse.



Me: Or a pierced one, apparently.



Dad: *cough*



SOCIETY IN GENERAL? Bit harsh.

Comments

  1. Sara, Ms Adventures in Italy19 July 2010 at 06:35

    Not sure how I found your blog a couple of weeks ago, but you've been making me laugh in almost every one of your posts.

    But this one in particular resonated with me. I had almost the same exact conversation with my parents when I got my nose pierced 14 years ago (ouch, I feel old).

    My dad laughed (he thought it was fake) and told me to call my mom and tell her the "joke" (I was visiting him at the time).

    He stopped laughing when he figured out it was real and I wasn't going to remove it. I used the same tattoo conversation with them, too. It worked and they calmed down a bit.

    Until I got a tattoo :)

    Enjoy!

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  2. P19 July 2010 at 08:43

    Yay for nose piercings! Did your eyes run when the needle got stuck in your nose? That was my favourite part, it almost distracted me from the pain! But not quite...

    I remember my mum being quite annoyed when I got mine done. Fact of the matter was though, I was nearly 26 years old - there wasn't exactly much she could say. What could she do? Ground me? When I didn't even LIVE with her. Ha.

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  3. Calum Karczewski20 July 2010 at 07:33

    *prepares to be attacked by Laura and the two ladies above*

    I agree with your Dad.

    *hides* - But not joking! God Laura!

    xxx

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  4. Anonymous20 July 2010 at 11:01

    Society in general is always harsh, and it never gets better. Because I'm an old fart I can understand your dad's perspective. But, it's your nose and it is, I agree, much less permanent than a tat.

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  5. Laura Jane Williams20 July 2010 at 14:53

    Sara- bless em. It's because they care, yadda yadda yadda, but pur-lease. Don't be so predictable, you know?! And thanks for stopping by too!

    P- ooooh yes, the tears rolled! And then I just thought to myself, "well. Too late now!"

    Cal- you'll love it. You will.

    Ian- you know, I'm only young and irresponsible once. I knew you'd understand.

    x

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  6. Anonymous23 July 2010 at 00:08

    Do you remember? I used to laugh when you told me you were going to write comedy; well......I'm not laughing now!

    Dad xx

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  7. Dumdad30 July 2010 at 10:26

    My daughter's 12 - I have all this to look forward to! Nose piercing isn't a problem with me - much like ears - but I draw the line at tongue studs: that must damage taste buds.

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  8. Immodesty Blaze30 July 2010 at 23:50

    Ahh, the good old "but it's less bad than a tattoo!"-trick never fails to amuse. Bet you look amazing!

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  9. Laura Jane Williams3 August 2010 at 12:27

    Dad- you loves it!

    Dumdad- mustn't it, though! And OH THE PAIN!

    Immodesty Blaze- Well I like it. And I suppose that is all that matters, really. And dude- you have no idea how many times I've used the 'less bad than a tattoo' line!

    x

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