Paul (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} fremantlebiz) wrote,@ 2007-11-29 08:25:00 |
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Tattooed ladies and gentlemen
A few days ago English soccer player David Beckham arrived in Sydney to demonstrate a few dribbles to his ex-pat fans. The publicity blurb claimed he was the most photographed man in the world and had the best known face. He's also famous for marrying the group singer Posh Spice.
Now of course I've heard of Mr Beckham, but as for recognising his face? Not really. On seeing the images from Sydney he just looks like another pasty faced skinhead Pom to me. It may well have occurred to him that he was pretty ordinary too, because he has had a tattoo done on the back of his neck. It's partially above the collar line and at first sighting I thought he'd left the label sticking up on his Marks and Sparks shirt. However, A close up shot reveals it's a 'small' Romper Stomper style cross with wings. It's only a hint of what's been going on below the collar line. Click here to see.
Beneath the small cross is the word Romeo, inked in to honour of one of his sons. Another son named Brooklyn has his monicker just above Mr Beckham's gluteus maximus. A third son called Cruz is in the middle.
The mess which can be seen on his left forearm reportedly carries Posh Spice's real name of Victoria, but is translated to Hindi. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but apparently it carries a spelling mistake. Duh! The supposedly Latin words Ut Amem Et Foveam have apparently since been added underneath. Unfortunately the phrase defies the skills of automatic online Latin translators I've tried. Not much luck with Hindi either.
A Google search on the phrase reveals a popularised view claiming that it means, "So that I love and cherish." or "So that I love and keep warm." Neither are very convincing. Maybe Mr Beckham was dudded by the tattooist again? Whatever, I certainly wouldn't want to have a blood transfusion from him.
Mrs Posh has various tattoos too. The largest is some Hebrew script running down her spine. There's a few pictures of it on the web. Find them for yourself. Now she and her husband have been reported by the celebrity media to also be dabbling in American Scientology. "Holy mackerel Batman!"
I've never really understood why people seek to embellish themselves with tattoos. It's a bit like taking the decision to wear the same pair of underpants for life. It must become pretty boring after a while. Maybe that's why people keep getting more?
I saw a TV interview with David Beckham just after he'd been taken for a cruise on Sydney Harbour to see the sites. In a quiet voice he said he'd been seeing some of the "shites," but the Australian media were either too dull-witted or unaware of the northern English colloquialism to catch the joke.
Over here in the wicked west it has been reported that another football player has emulated Ben Cousins with a tattoo across his guts. This time its Fremantle Dockers recruit Rhys Palmer with "Que sera sera." If I remember correctly from the 1950s Doris Day song it translates as, "Whatever will be will be."
Mr Cousin's former football club the West Coast Eagles is under a major cloud at the moment. There is a huge enquiry being conducted by the AFL into drug abuse with many players, officials and media commentators being called to give evidence in camera. Maybe some of them are considering tattoos? If so, here are the lyrics to Doris Day's song:
© MMVII Paul R. Weaver.
About the writer
Check out each month's subject index on the Calendar Page for my "common-man" monologues about survival in 21st century Australia – plus a little history occasionally. An original essay is added most days as part of an undertaking to write a couple of million words.
A few days ago English soccer player David Beckham arrived in Sydney to demonstrate a few dribbles to his ex-pat fans. The publicity blurb claimed he was the most photographed man in the world and had the best known face. He's also famous for marrying the group singer Posh Spice.
Now of course I've heard of Mr Beckham, but as for recognising his face? Not really. On seeing the images from Sydney he just looks like another pasty faced skinhead Pom to me. It may well have occurred to him that he was pretty ordinary too, because he has had a tattoo done on the back of his neck. It's partially above the collar line and at first sighting I thought he'd left the label sticking up on his Marks and Sparks shirt. However, A close up shot reveals it's a 'small' Romper Stomper style cross with wings. It's only a hint of what's been going on below the collar line. Click here to see.
Beneath the small cross is the word Romeo, inked in to honour of one of his sons. Another son named Brooklyn has his monicker just above Mr Beckham's gluteus maximus. A third son called Cruz is in the middle.
The mess which can be seen on his left forearm reportedly carries Posh Spice's real name of Victoria, but is translated to Hindi. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but apparently it carries a spelling mistake. Duh! The supposedly Latin words Ut Amem Et Foveam have apparently since been added underneath. Unfortunately the phrase defies the skills of automatic online Latin translators I've tried. Not much luck with Hindi either.
A Google search on the phrase reveals a popularised view claiming that it means, "So that I love and cherish." or "So that I love and keep warm." Neither are very convincing. Maybe Mr Beckham was dudded by the tattooist again? Whatever, I certainly wouldn't want to have a blood transfusion from him.
Mrs Posh has various tattoos too. The largest is some Hebrew script running down her spine. There's a few pictures of it on the web. Find them for yourself. Now she and her husband have been reported by the celebrity media to also be dabbling in American Scientology. "Holy mackerel Batman!"
I've never really understood why people seek to embellish themselves with tattoos. It's a bit like taking the decision to wear the same pair of underpants for life. It must become pretty boring after a while. Maybe that's why people keep getting more?
I saw a TV interview with David Beckham just after he'd been taken for a cruise on Sydney Harbour to see the sites. In a quiet voice he said he'd been seeing some of the "shites," but the Australian media were either too dull-witted or unaware of the northern English colloquialism to catch the joke.
Over here in the wicked west it has been reported that another football player has emulated Ben Cousins with a tattoo across his guts. This time its Fremantle Dockers recruit Rhys Palmer with "Que sera sera." If I remember correctly from the 1950s Doris Day song it translates as, "Whatever will be will be."
Mr Cousin's former football club the West Coast Eagles is under a major cloud at the moment. There is a huge enquiry being conducted by the AFL into drug abuse with many players, officials and media commentators being called to give evidence in camera. Maybe some of them are considering tattoos? If so, here are the lyrics to Doris Day's song:
Que Sera Sera
When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother, what will I be
Will I be pretty, will I be rich
Here's what she said to me.
Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.
When I was young, I fell in love
I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead
Will we have rainbows, day after day
Here's what my sweetheart said.
Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.
Now I have children of my own
They ask their mother, what will I be
Will I be handsome, will I be rich
I tell them tenderly.
Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.
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© MMVII Paul R. Weaver.
About the writer
Check out each month's subject index on the Calendar Page for my "common-man" monologues about survival in 21st century Australia – plus a little history occasionally. An original essay is added most days as part of an undertaking to write a couple of million words.
