NEW HAIR

(DISCLAIMER: The bloke above is not me, although we do share a pretty shit haircut.)

WORD TO YA MUM I CAME TO DROP BOMBS!

This week I got a real-life haircut from a real-life hairdresser for the first time in over 4 years. Inevitably I have been given a short-back and sides type do, but with a Covent Garden style edge (the extra tenner was totally worth it).

Being that I was getting a £10+ haircut, a wash was included as part of the deal. The extreme indulgence of having someone else wash my hair made me have a slight freak-out, and for the duration of the wash I suppressed a mild panic attack as I tried to stop my face from doing anything too mental (which in turn made me look mental). Once it was time to be getting snipping, I had to endure some hairdresser beef. As I had been cutting my own hair for several years, as well as never brushing or conditioning, my barnet had developed a birds-nest type quality. As she got to work, my barber started murmuring sounds of disapproval, which unfortunately provoked a quite pathetic urge within myself to placate her. I am ashamed to say that I told the following lie:

Me: "Sorry it's in such a state, but my ex-girlfriend used to cut it."

She then took up the banter baton:

Barber: "Is that why you broke up then. Ha!"

Me "Ha! Something like that!"

LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL!

This exact same exchange took place 4 years ago during my last haircut, and it was as much of a fabrication then. At times I must look like someone doing a rather meager impression of an adult man.

As I don't have a digital camera, I can't share my fab new haircut with you guys, but then again I'm sure I will see everyone who reads this blog in person within the next few weeks. So whatever...

Luckily for me, a host of jokers have documented their glorious cuts on Flickr: