Monday, August 16, 2010

Hair!

There's nothing like a fresh start, right? And nothing like a new haircut for a fresh start. I mean, let's face it, most of my internet activities in the last year or two have mainly been reserved for documenting the stupidity I've undertaken with my head.



Ok, so I'm not usually wearing it like this. But come on, this fringe totally killed it in 1987.

So I've once again chopped it all off in a move that I'm considering part of my mid-life crisis. Well, if I'm being honest, it's part of my eighth mid-life crisis, having had one a year since 2004, except for 2005 when I memorably had two-fer. But this one coincided rather neatly with my 35th birthday and so I'll take it as having particular importance.

Now the normal way I wear the new cut may not look terribly different to the photo of the old cut, but that's just because then I had it neatly tucked back and it appeared shorter than it was. In fact it was still about this length and had DrH already dreaming of me with long, flowing tresses whipping sexily in the breeze of U-bahn trains. Not to be, I'm afraid, as I've adopted a far more teenboy popstar look for its current incarnation.

Just for the joy of it, here's a slideshow for the public wonderment of Shit-I've-done-to-my-head: