I was 18, my boyfriend took me on the back of his motorbike. In the jewellers, first one done and I fainted, after I came round I tried to sit up and I fainted again, this carried on a few times each time I tried to sit up. The manager decided he had best take me to the hospital, where he stayed with me until I was well enough to go home. He didn't want me to go home on the back of the bike so took me home in his car, by the time he got back to the shop it had been robbed!!!! Needless to say he wouldn't have me back to do the other one.
Some time later I approached another jewellers who agreed to pierce my other ear, come Saturday afternoon down Walthamstow High Street, the longest street market in England, I had the second one done, again I fainted but this time they carted me out of the shop and laid me on the roadside, I came round to what seemed like the whole world staring down at me.
A few weeks later my mum decided she wanted to have her's redone as they had closed up years before after she tore an earlobe. She was wearing a lime green duster coat and I took her back to the jeweller down the High Street. The torn lobe spurted blood all down the front of her coat and I promptly fainted again.........