Right. After a windswept weekend in Brussels (details tomorrow, o impatient ones) wandering round with my now excessively bushy hair barely contained under a baseball cap, I feel it is time to get it cut.
This morning I looked like the bizarre genetically engineered offspring of Wolverine, Wileykat and a Novelty Supermop.
I still do.
There is of course the downside to be considered - hair keeps in heat, and it's frickin' freezin'.
I could, of course, go the other way, and go for an afro. A small afro, but with the right perm, it's possible.
As a bonus, I would never need to use a pillow again.
Decisions, decisions...
perm. and a photo.
i could do with a chuckle :)
Go for the Afro!
Go for the Afro!
Hair, hair up in the air.....