(A close shave)
Having just been away for a weekend with many “regular viewers”, I suspect a lot of them will be anticipating a few words about setting off the smoke alarm in the stately home, just as folks were getting ready for dinner, (It could have happened to anyone…).
Alternatively, some commentry on my (possibly not entirely unrelated) loss of voice, which lead to much of my Sunday being a cruel panto-mime.
Possibly due to the other excitment, no-one commented on my extreme haircut.
I should note – perhaps unsuprisingly – that I do not really like going to the barbers. There is far too much, “did you see the match?, going on holiday? what are you up to today?” and worst of all, sometimes vague efforts to instigate a wider conversation across several patrons. In consequence, I home cut, or at least I trim my beard, and lovely wife generally tidys up the strands of hair, which I can’t see, or get even.
I know I should be grateful for this, although I seldom am (Murmur murmur grumble grumble). I like to deceive myself into believing I could get a “good enough” trim alone. Generally that’s about 75% true, the other 25% remains tufty and out of the mirror (so you’ll know what happened if you see me like that).
However this time, in a bit of a rush, and exercising no patience, I dash off solo with a regulation “4” setting (“5” for eyebrows), only my – somewhat aging – trimmers decide to snap down to a “0”.
There is, I believe, some tonsorial trend among young people and sports folk to have a pattern cut into their hair – a number, a logo – generally not an uneven bald stripe from nape to above the ear.
Ironically my “hair trimmers” do not normally even cut that short without the guard, and “0” is usually more like 2mm – but not this time.
I am forced to seek professional assistance to avoid having to wear a hat all weekend (briefly considered), and really the only solution is to go for “0” all over.
Like bad workmen everywhere I will blame the tool (time for a new one) but I suspect a little exercise of patience (and gratitude) might go a long way to avoiding future “issues”.
It gives new meaning to “male pattern baldness”.
Next week on IaDL; The inevitable Sunday breakfast playlist of songs with “Fire” in the title.
Dalmallyfest the Asylum 