Revolution #3

So I decided to lose the hair. I sashayed along to the Barber down the road and browsed the fishing and trucking magazines for a bit while a Dad and both sons all got the same haircut. I got in the chair,  and asked for the #3 all over – the barber in the next chair leaned in and said “Hold your horses – have you got permission for that?”

I’m happy with it – it’s an absence of a haircut, really. I call it the ‘given up’. The sideboards should be a bit easier to control now, I’d say.