Hobosexual...

Considering a haircut. Thursday I think. Jess has been thinking about my haircut for at least a month. I know this because every single time we go out the door she reminds me that my hair is mentally ill. I've been putting it off under the delusion that I was a pioneer in crazy creative type hairstyling, until yesterday when I sat down on the tube and the guy next to me had exactly the same hairstyle. Fine, I thought, a fellow traveller... another genius about to wow the world with whatever he's about to pull out of that unwieldy backpack. It was of course a copy of a magazine called TRACTOR. I share a haircut with combine machinery enthusiasts. Agricultural chic, less metrosexual and more hobosexual. The Japanese girl that cuts my hair and is in a constant gloom over how I fail to keep my follicles in check will no doubt have more to say on the subject... My life would be simpler if I just gave in and listened to the pretty girls... [Music: off]