Of course tattoos are a mistake. That's the beauty of them | Megan Nolan

In a way Melanie Phillips is right: my dazzlingly pointless collection does undermine the sanctity of my body Last summer I got a tattoo on my forearm. It was a frame from a Chris Ware graphic novel showing a nervous man cringing in shock from the noise of a telephone, represented by the word "RING" in huge red script. It was the first of my tattoos to involve any colour, the rest all being black line-drawings. When I woke the morning after I looked down and saw, rather than the familiar image, ...