our love goes on as our hair grows long

SLUT

let's lay down the law early on today guys. my hair is fucking dreadful. it's thinning and receding at an alarming rate, leaving me with a spot prone five-head as the main 'attraction' of my face. i do the best i can with what i've got and so getting a haircut is great big fucking deal for me. i spend hours making my hair look acceptable (you'd be surprised how much worse it looks when it's not done) but it was getting too much to tackle so today was haircut day. oh god.

probably obvious but for the slow readers: "what the fuck are you on about?"

my hair was too long, that's a fact. i had to get up with half an hour - forty minutes to spare every morning to wash, blow dry, straighten, style and restyle before work. i know, i know, doing my hair before nursery probably seems redundant: children just tackle me to the ground or comb out of all my happiness. but, truth be told (not long enough to be emo hour but still) i don't have the confidence to leave the house without my hair done to a certain extent. woe is me. first world problems. white whine etc. 

i've been going to the same hairdressers for the best part of 8 years. shampers is a place of divinity. i've seen staff come and go and my few favourites who've stuck around to manage my mane. surprisingly, for the kind of rep hairdressers get, they have all been nothing but lovely. maybe it's because i'm a gay man and what a great accessory we make. or maybe it's because these women are just really fucking lovely. 

shameless dungaree hype 

either way, cheryl (i hope someday you find this because you're wonderful) has worked her way from the bottom to the top of shampers and now basically rules the roost. and rightly so, she's a don. she's seen me at my best (rarely) and at my worst (often), she's gotten red out of my hair and for those who've dealt with that you'll know it's no easy feat. she's consoled me as my freshly bleached hair snapped off. she's given me my own body weight in products to use after a trim. she's great. and today, she was as good as ever. 

let's cut to the chase and see "what the fuck is that like?"

do you know what? it's okay. i kept the blonde in it but shaved the sides and cut plenty off of the top. my five-head is now basically a seven-head but it makes my face look thinner and more grown up. i've got a wedding to go to on the weekend (expect a lovey dovey post soon after) but i needed to look presentable for such a smart occasion. hopefully, this do will do. 

finally, "what the fuck have you bought?"

victorious

i finally got it! it's taken me the best part of 5 months but i have, in my grasp, the first bioshock game. every single fucking time i bid on one, i got outbid immediately and the prices skyrocketed to an unacceptable amount for a pre-owned gane. everywhere else online was extortionate too and no shops seemed to stock it. having a casual stroll through cex yesterday, i just looked on the off chance. and there it was. i bought it and ran. it's also very very good. a first person shooter/adventure/sort of rpg where everything is all fucky. £10 well spent. well done 2K games.