KAK. Once upon a time tattoos were synonymous with rum, sodomy and the lash (to quote The Pogues). They pointed to hard lives on the rolling sea, arr, or in the criminal underground. Yakuza’s and the Hell’s Angels. But today, they’re as ubiquitous as earrings, everyone from gym instructors to 16 year old girls have them. Which makes tattoos almost entirely un-hardcore. Twirly trash stamps and little stars are the celtic patterns of the early noughties. And even if you don’t by the shtick about the ubiquity of tattoos, there’s really nothing hardcore about a tattoo shop in Parkhurst (especially one that’s next to a decor store).