I'm not sure why I did it. Probably it's a credit crunch thing. Probably it was was because it felt urgent at the time. Probably it was a reaction to just having been charged £80 to have my bicycle serviced. Probably it was a sign that I've finally taken leave of my senses.
Obviously I regret it now.
I've shaved my bloomin' head off.
It's pretty low to cut your own hair. That's almost as bad as things can get isn't it really?
I've been very busy (not that I would go on about it) and not had time for a haircut. I was looking shaggy like the tramp. On Sunday I decided to have a little trim around the edges and I just kept going. Something took hold of me. I became possessed by the spirit of someone who used to drive a flail mower for the highways authority or something.
It started to go wrong when tried to shave the back of my neck. I went a bit too high. Wedge haircuts just aren't fashionble anymore.
The only thought that occured to me at the time was to take a breed with the clippers right across my head. I thought it was set for grade 3. It was WAY shorter than that as it turned out. It was my Britney Spears moment
Then the clippers ran out of charge. I had got an inverted mohican going on. I was supposed to be going out for dinner in 15 minutes. I had to fetch an extension lead from the garage and run it into the bathroom so that I could finish mowing.
I would look a right hard man at the moment if it wasn't for the fact that I look close to tears the whole time. Everyone who has seen me since has greeted me open-mouthed and with the same comment "CHRIST, Matthew"
I've cleared my diary for the next two months.
I've got a vision of a Ross Kemp look-alike in my head. Not pretty.
You could always borrow a doggy (or dodgy!) wig :-)