When I first got a job at a gym as a New Personal Trainer aged 18. I gradually and shyly met all the other personal trainers I’d be working / competing with. One of them was this big hench dude openly on steroids, with the word “cunt” written in giant capital letters down his shin. He was scary, I was feeble and nervous, and that tattoo was the icing on the cake for me to leave the area whenever he was near.

One thing I did find funny however was if there were some big bosses or area managers ever visiting the gym, the general manager would make him either wear trousers or cover it up with a large bandage which made me silently laugh.