Caveat. This article should probably actually be called ‘how to break up with someone without being a giant douche’. It’s not called that because…well because it doesn’t fit neatly into my title space on my poorly designed blog so… there we are. Savour that behind the scenes info like the nugget of gold it is.
I’ve had my nose pierced on and off since I was 18 years old. I first had it done in Vienna on the day of my A Level results. A celebration of what is, sadly, probably one of the most successful days of my life. I had got my grades, I was going to university, what better way to celebrate than with a giant hole in my nose.