No, these aren’t mugshots from a Most Wanted campaign, and they aren’t coffee stains on a napkin either. Neither are they the burnt remains on a baking tray that strangely resemble faces*.
They are, in fact, before and after pictures of yours truly.
OK, before and after pictures of a version of yours truly from an alternative dimension where folk have chiselled jawlines and defined cheekbones with funny ears, but – no, wait, that’s this dimension – the jawline is from the other one. But before and after pictures they are, nevertheless.
They have been posted in honour of one thing. The pruning of my wild and flowing locks.
Yes, I’ve finally done it.
No longer can I walk without having to guess where I’m going as the slightest of breezes whips my hair around over my eyes – and keeps it there.
No longer do I need to walk into a supermarket sideways so that my severe flick can fit through the automatic doors.
No longer will I need to get up at 3 o’clock in the morning to ensure that my hair is dry for work.
No longer will I need to buy a tub of extra strength hair gel which is next to useless, and then need to buy another one the very next day.
No longer will I – well, you get the drift.
I’ve had a haircut.
Now all I have to do is think of something else to fill the next forty or so blog posts I need to write. Sigh. There’s always something.
*This is a photo of the burnt on remains on a baking tray that strangely resembles a face. Well, it does to me… maybe it does to you too?:
Actually, there’s a rather sinister face that appears in the above image as well as the cartoony one (who is either whistling or singing, I can’t make up my mind which) – the ‘sinister’ eyes are almost dead centre – just beneath the cartoony nose.
I quite like it when images alter like this… it shows my imagination is still working, which comes in handy when you really need something to write!
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