It felt like continually being stung by tiny little bees. Or perhaps even like rolling around in a bed of fire ants. But then it would stop, and for a moment I could take a deep breath because just as ...

“I was 16 and it was a seahorse on my back,” she laughs. “I smarty answered mum back that I would marry a tattoo artist.” Incredibly, a decade later, she did exactly that. In 2004, not long after the ...