To tattoo or not to tattoo

A friend of mine has posted on social media about his plans to get his first tattoo before his 60th birthday. It's on his bucket list, the same as me.
For my last birthday I planned four fab things.

• dye what hair I had left blonde
• pierce an ear
• run 10km
• and get a tattoo

I did the first three but just haven't been brave enough to carry out number four. By all accounts it's very painful and I hate needles.
However, I still have it in my mind to tattoo the words SLICK (the initials of my children and good lady wife: Stan Jnr, Louis (my sons) Imogen, Charmaine (my daughters) and Kathryn (the Mrs) placed somewhere on my body. 
I thought it might be a nice reminder as they're all in the UK and I'm here alone in Bahrain.
I mentioned this to a friend in Bristol and he innocently asked: 'Is that because you live in the Middle East?' (oil slick, gettit?)
But ... I'm still not sure.
One of our acquaintances, Del, has a devious plan to have his name tattooed too with strict instructions to his family to have 'eted' added on his deathbed.
Now that is class.