I am, some might say, follicly-challenged. In fact last year when I ‘grew’ my hair for more than two months no one, not a single soul, noticed. So how is it that today I wake up with a single strand, some two centimetres long, protruding from the middle of my forehead? Where in God’s name did that come from? Right in the middle of my forehead. Half way between my eyebrows and my ‘hairline.’ And how? Overnight? Ridiculous.
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The hair-fairy sneaks in and glues it on. Didn't you know?!
Posted by: Ian | Tuesday, 16 May 2006 at 05:43 PM