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Last Friday, in Whitby[*] I ambled into the Spa to get my wristband. Passing Dr Geof's excellent stall of oddities I was inveigled into having one of his tattoos.

Now, last time I experimented with a fake tattoo, it barely lasted until I got to the gig in whose honour it had been applied. So I wasn't optimistic.

But faced with a couple of sheets of excellent tea-based options, I elected to have the "one milk no sugar" badge that graces my jacket replicated on my shoulder.

Dr Geof's current minion applied it, and tweeted a picture to advertise his wares . (For the avoidance of confusion: the tweet has three pictures in it, only one of which is me - click the little thumbnail thingies to embiggen. It is a pretty awful photo, but that's not really his fault, I don't photograph well.)

Anyway, the tattoo lasted into the evening, when I wore my matching jacket. By morning, it had picked up some fluff, and coped with a light scrubbing in the shower. It made it through the rest of Whitby, and survived trial by Nellie at the 80's ~~sauna~~ night.

This morning (a week later!) I decided it was looking a bit tired and grubby, and removed it. With a bit of violence, it rubbed off as sticky, sticky shreds, and the last remnants still resisted scrubbing.

Blimey, do modern-day fake tattoos last. kate_r tells me they're the same as the stick-on race numbers used by triathletes. (She also tells me that baby oil is supposed to remove them, and doesn't. I didn't have any on hand to try.)