A little interlude between carrying on my as yet unfinished blog on my trip to Ireland a few weeks back and my forthcoming yet to be finished blog on my trip to Cornwall which only starts next Monday!
So it was that this morning was head hair clipping day. I've no real idea what all the shaving terms are, I can only assume that the settings on my panasonic clipper mean something to someone. What's left of my top I cut on No.11 and the sides on No. 8/9, depending on my mood. Up to the bathroom I go as The Swan From Tuonela plays on Radio 3. Top done (takes no time), I switch combs to get to the 8/9 setting when I realise the radio's off in the bathroom, so I turn, switch it on, turn back and deftly run the clipper along the side of my head ... on setting 1!!! Words inappropriate for this blog spew out and a minute of reflection takes place, before I commit to a No 1 over my whole bonce. All I need now is a St Georges flag and some tats and I can join the lads!
As it happens, this might be quite good ... not only for wigging about when I'm in Cornwall but also for my skin (scalp psoriasis) ... but who is that in the mirror?
