07 June 2004

Sorry maam, I’m going to have to see your license.

I just returned my hair to all its – I’m a ten year old boy who doesn’t care what my hair looks like – glory.
This involved a thorough wash and dry followed by using a brush for the first time in years to brush it all back and give me the ridiculous wavy semi afro that I grew up with.
Then I put on some aviator glasses and looked so porn star 70’s cool that my resolve to grow my hair is stronger than ever.

Well I say I looked cool, this may be a bit of an overstatement, the likes of which haven’t been seen since Willam Shatner was told to “Act harder”. However, for the simple hope that I might get invited to a fancy dress party in the next year or so, I shall continue to grow it. And also find somewhere I can hire American police uniforms.

Then again, if that all goes to pot, I can always turn up in one of these.

Oh yeah, Wardy knows how to party!