I’ve always been astonished at the sheer stupidity of the criminal element, so keen on distinctively ‘branding’ themselves to make identification so laughably easy.
But I hardly understand the appeal of tattoos to begin with. Just yesterday saw some rather raggedy middle-aged gal at a check-out counter with tattoos all up and down her arms. I guess they were tattoos, but they looked more like some child with color magic-markers scribbled all over her arms. It was ghastly-looking.