Floppy Hair

Number nine in my series The Regulars.

Meet Floppy Hair. Watch his hair as he walks along! Flop! Flop! Flop! I'm sure he measures his stride to ensure just the right level of bounciness in his walk to ensure the optimum level of floppiness for his hair. I expect that this is assisted by the use of a carefully selected grooming product. Because he's worth it.

As with all the others in this series, Floppy Hair's occupation is a matter of conjecture. In this instance, however, I think we can deduce with some certainty that he's a designer. Look at the stylish coat! Look at the little beard! Look at the floppy hair! This is a man who has been to Art College and isn't afraid to show it.

But I see a flaw in this theory... All the designers in Edinburgh work in Leith, and Floppy Hair isn't going to get to Leith by walking in that direction, no matter how quickly he walks nor how much his hair flops up and down... Maybe he isn't a designer after all... Maybe he's a brickie...

Floppy Hair's demeanour is one of confidence mixed with a little fatigue. He knows how handsome and stylish he looks. All the girls love him. And they show it every night. I admit to being slightly envious of Floppy Hair, not just because of this (though it would in itself be justification enough for envy) but because he has enough hair that the decision on its floppiness is a decision which he can make, not one that is forced upon him...

If you would like to (re)visit previous entries in this series, go across and meet the Small Woman with Big Breasts - all previous entries are linked back from her.

It's almost the weekend! Hooray! Happy Thursday evening all :-)