Tuesday, 14 May 2013
I need a haircut. Like a ker-azy. I figured this morning that I haven't had a haircut since December.
These are dark times. This is the Autumn of discontent. And split ends. And snapping hair. And a general look of scarecrow from The Wizard of Oz.
I know. Wheel out the world's smallest violin. Bigger issues, yes. But help me out.
I look in the mirror and realise I'm due for a trim when I see Ross Noble looking back at me.
I am loving Delta's snappy, swishy new chop.
Stick with Ross' tried and true, or change things up for Delta's chop? (except my hair is unruly and wavy)