THE TATTOOED LADY
If she isn’t dead by now she’ll certainly be redundant. Who’d pay 2/6d to see her at Goose Fair when you can stroll down Donny High Street every sunny day of the week and see any number of that fine town’s sisterhood showing off their disfigurements.
Of course, whether a doxy chooses to blight her body with permanent ink or supernumerary orifi is entirely her ownership; as is the right to call it a disfigurement entirely mine.
On the other hand, if you went for the Donny option you would be seeing real tats. The Tattooed Lady would have been no more tattooed than her dog had two heads.
But I will add one small rider. A mate of mine who was in the Navy tells me of one of his shipmates who had two devils tattooed on his bum, shovelling coal into his arsehole. Now I would part with 2/6d to see that on Donny market.