On Christmas Eve, we were visiting my parents and we drove through a little town where we lived when Izzy was a baby. There was a game shop there that Mattgreen used to frequent, which I called "Guinea Pig Games" because it had previously been a pet shop and they'd never quite managed to get rid of the smell.

Mattgreen had mentioned this to some of his gaming chums and they'd all started calling it Guinea Pig Games as well, to my great amusement.

Anyway - we drove past it on Christmas Eve and Matt noticed, with some sadness, that it had been turned into a tattoo parlour.

I said, "Do you want me to stop? You could pop in and get a tattoo of a guinea pig".