The old bletherer from Wainouiomata has been banging on about the length of may hair.
As a quantum, no matter how long I grow my hair at the back and the sides, the absence of any depth at the front and the top will still mean that I'm short of it quite a bit.
I admit though that I have been lazy and haven't gone near a barber for a while.
Barbers, to me are in the same category as dentists, optometrists, otolaryngologists, podiatrists and, if I were ever to use one, prostitutes.
I'm uncomfortable with intimacy from strangers and don't like to be poked, prodded and inspected unless it's by my partner.
I guess that the Covid lockdown gives me an excuse to get a bit shaggy. Maybe I should consider growing a pony tail as long as I keep away from that pervert John Key.
6 comments:
Hey bro wtf a manbun so kool!
I wrote that in northern lingo.
You could get a man bum on your head.
'Your', 'head', 'bum'.
Use those words to make a sentence with two other words (you can use 'your' twice).
I empathize.
Barbers are also annoyingly nosy.
"I just want a haircut, not an interrogation about my life".
I agree with you Robert.*
* That's not something I'm used to typing.
Well there goes friendly chat.
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