Yet it is not his belly, chest, skull nor piercing singular eye that occupies the attention. His right ear has upward of twenty gold rings in it. They glint in the sun too and jostle for space on his misshapen appendage.
I look again and on closer inspection I notice that he has studs in both nipples - a brace per side. He has a golden arrangement of studs which surround his cavernous belly button forming the belly-tattoo-dragon's baleful eye. The whole ensemble is impressive without being tasteful. It's certainly not attractive.
My mind wanders. Does he have further piercings which are only not visible because of the few clothes he wears? Perhaps his masculinity is similarly adorned. Maybe there's a tattoo as well.
Which reminds me of a joke I heard many years ago. A man goes to the bathroom in a New York bar. Whilst relieving himself he idly glances at the guy standing at the neighbouring urinal. He is intrigued and impressed to discover that his neighbour's manhood is tattooed with the word WILLY
"That's cool" opines our hero
"Ain't nothing" responds the man. "When I get excited it reads WILLYOUGETOVERHEREANDDOWHATISAY"
I look around the carriage and start counting piercings. I realise that I am in a very small minority. Ear rings, nose rings, lips, tongues and eyebrows are all adorned. There is a belly button sporting a ring with a sparkly stone.
Not one iota, not one scruple of flesh has experienced the attention of a skin artist. Not a single organ nor appendage has been subject to the invasive presence of metallic adornment. Yet it is I who feel the odd one out. Weird eh?