Sleeve.

Sleeve

The first thing I thought of with today’s word choice, sleeve, was the difference between the modern version of sleeve and the older version which I tend to think of.

I suspect the youth of today would immediately think, when asked to describe a sleeve would be an entire armful of tattoos, which I believe is now commonly referred to as a sleeve.

Whereas someone slightly older might think of a part of a shirt, the sleeve, which one might use to cover an entire armful of tattoos, should one be just about to meet one’s future mother in law.

In the dim and distant past where it was the custom for an officer to have his regimental crest tattooed on his forearm, or for sailors to have a tattoo of an anchor to signify he had crossed the Atlantic, I am led to believe both the British Army and Navy have reviewed their policy on tattoos as they are hard pushed to find young people who are not smothered in tattoos.

The current position seems to be if they can have a passport photo without tattoos showing on their face and have none on their hands they can pass muster, although I can see both sides of the argument for and against.

On the positive side perhaps one should not be too concerned as to how many tattoos a soldier has on his body as long as he has the ability to fight like a man possessed killing everything in his wake. However on the negative side, one doesn’t want Her Majesty the Queen when reviewing the troops to be met with soldiers with “cut here” tattoos on their necks as it seems a little lacking in taste.

Also it seems to be a bit of a red rag to a bull, should any of the troops with similar tattoos be captured by the Taliban, or some other lunatic group, who need little encouragement to behead people even without instructions tattooed on their necks.

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About The Diary of a Country Bumpkin

I am a retired actor, although to be honest I only retired because I wasn't getting any work and the option of becoming an unemployed actor/waiter at my age was ludicrous, especially as my waiting skills are non-existent. Having said I’m retired, I don’t think there really is such a thing as a retired actor for I am still available for work, I just don’t have an agent or any connections with regards to obtaining any worthwhile work. I have over the years done student films when there is nothing else available, always low paid (if at all) the only incentive was always the promised copy of the finished film for your show reel which nine times out of ten always failed to materialise. I spent many years looking after my aged mother who had dementia, hence the lack of acting work but shortly after her death I was lucky enough to run into an ex-girlfriend of many years ago and our romance blossomed once again, resulting in us getting married in 2013. My move to the countryside inspired me to write The Diary of a Country Bumpkin which tells of my continuing dilemmas in dealing with the rigors of the countryside from the unexpectedly large number of pollens, fungal moulds and hay products waiting to attack the unsuspecting townie. I enjoy writing, see my play Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori on The Wireless Theatre Company, The Plays Wot I Wrote and The Battle of Barking Creek both available on Amazon.co.uk and am very fond of classic cars so my ideal occupation would be acting in a film I had written set in the 1930s/40s, we live in hopes. I am delighted to say that since venturing to the countryside where space is not quite the premium it is in town, I have due to the availability of two double garages acquired more classic cars to form a small collection the pride of which are a 1947 Bentley Mk VI and a 2000 Bentley Arnage. My various blogs and websites are continually evolving and I’m sure that by following the appropriate links you will find something which will edify or amuse.
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