agentblack

I have sexy new hair. This is all good.

I generally get a hair cut for one of several reasons. Often it's because I've got it caught in something, like the fan belt of a car or the blender or something. I go around with a big bald patch on my scalp for ages, and small children laugh and throw stones.

Mostly it's because I've been a disobedient and wicked, wilfull child, and I'll be be put in a sack and beaten with pick handles. When I come round in the "time out" shed, shivering and naked on a bed of rotten straw, my head will be shorn and I'll spend the rest of the month looking like an ex-convict or a squaddy.

So it's quite a new experience having hair that actually, you know, looks GOOD. Yay me.

I got rung up on Monday by The Girl At The Tattoo Parlour, She didn't ask me to marry her, (one day, damnit, one day...) But she did ask if I wanted to get some work done in the two hours I had left over from getting my shoulder finished.

I'd have been able to hold out and refuse, if only she didn't make my tummy feel all funny...

I'll try and get pictures up later this weekend when it's done.

"When what's done?" I hear you cry plaintively, like an orphan that's been stabbed and thrown overboard into the cold merciless sea.

Ahhh, that's the sweet mystery!