He's a Nifty Fifties Bin Man

Here am I just back from the barbers, freshly trimmed and looking rather older than I hoped. Mind you, the amount of grey that slid down that nylon gown thing onto the knee of my trousers should have dashed any faint hopes of a youthful transformation. And either my head has shrunk or my glasses have grown. The lenses darken in the sunlight so when I came back to work I looked like that Bonio out of U2.
Oh well, at least I didn't have to suffer the indignity of having my ears shaved this time.