I was knocking back a few sherberts in the Seven Stars at the weekend and noticed just how many geezers are now sporting these tattoo sleeves.
Whole arms covered from wrist to shoulder with green ink in all sorts of patterns and designs are de rigeur these days it seems.
Indeed, it’s difficult to watch any sporting event without seeing players adorned in this way – even the cricketers are at it.
We know Becks is covered in tats – and maybe people like him are the key to this extraordinary rage.
You don’t need me to tell you that fashion is an incredibly important motive in human behaviour.
Now, I come from a time when lots of the men I played football with in east Kent had green splodges on their arms resembling nothing. One bloke had “Ashford Mods” written on his arm.
The best one I recall was a player with a topless woman draped around a dagger the same size as her. That was entirely tasteful and not in the least bit sexually aggressive or weird.
But these tattoo sleeves are taking things to a whole new level.
As someone who’s never thought of getting someone to inject green ink in my skin, I do have some questions for those with them.
Are you worried about what it will look like when you’re 70 or 80 years old?
Are you worried that one day, you’ll have a change of mind and decide you don’t want it any more? After all it’s not like getting rid of a floral patterned shirt by incinerating it in a metal drum in the back garden.
And are you worried that a tattoo of any kind might have any kind of implications elsewhere in life?
I ask because I truly am fascinated by what drives people to do the things they do.