I was worried the hair was starting to morph into a mullet.
Fact is, when you are completely bald and your hair grows from the follicle, at the same speed, you end up with the same length all over. Which means that when it's shorter than an inch, you end up looking weirdly buzz cut on top, and when it starts to grow longer than an inch or two, it starts to curl out around and below your ears and you end up looking like a punk trying to become a new romantic. Or German.
Whichever way you look at it (with apologies to my German friends) it's not good.
So yesterday I took action. I discussed my mullet fears with colleagues during our lunchhour and then presented one of them with a pair of the sharpest scissors I could find.
Please cut my hair! I pleaded.
Just the mullety bits mind!
So I had no comeback when, a few minutes later, she'd exclaimed "Oh shit" one too many times for me to remain confident and there was hair all over my jumper. It seems you need to go to a professional salon in order for your hairdresser to remember to put a towel round your shoulders.
To be honest, she'd not done too badly. It looks a little ragged around the bottom edge, but she'd not left me bald and she'd got rid of the dreaded mullet effect. Within a week all the hard edges will soften up a bit and it will look quite professional.
Lets face it, I was not going to shell out £50 for a full priced haircut when all I needed was a mullet-trim...
P.S. I don't like the fact the photo above makes me look like I have a cartoon chin. That's the other new year's resolution. Lose some weight goddammit. Not helped by my attempts to play badminton last night thwarted by turning up to an empty church hall. Looks like they're on their christmas holidays still.