between jerry ford and jerry carter i know which way i'm going
overheard in canley last night…
Mother (to infant child): GET IN THE FOOKIN HAUS NAH ELSE I'LL KNIFE YA!
it has come to my attention in recent weeks that my generally dishevelled, dissertation-y appearance is merely being compounded by the fact that my hair is, quite simply, too long. not having visited a professional hair-related emporium since 'september the 11th' (yes, that one. i remember it very clearly) i am probably long overdue for a bit of a restyle. unfortunately, i have been advised that a sweet 'napoleon dynamite'-esque 'fro is probably beyond my means, having stubbornly uncurly hair as i do. my question to you, dearest reader, is…
what the hell kind of haircut am i going to get?!
answers on a postcard, please. and be gentle.