Haaaaair Cut

My hair had developed into a truely Mighty Boosh, but I'd been putting off the cut until a little closer to my holidays. I snapped today, it had become more than even a scruffy swine like myself could handle. Permament dragged through twelve bushes backwards stylee.

Norrie fixed it, as he usually does. If I ever meet someone in Edinburgh with a good hair cut, it usually transpires that Norrie is the man behind it.

Post haircut, I had coffee with Cha Cha, then a few beers with the Govenor.

Now I am tired. YAWWWWWN.