Zeke Has A Haircut, Everyone In The World Faints 23/10/2005

My mobile used to ring in the early hours of the morning, around 3 or 4 am, nearly every day. I'd awaken, bleary eyed, and check the caller ID. It was always the same. Always Withheld. So I'd accept the call, put the phone to my ear and get it over with.

"Get a haircut, you goddamn hippy!" my dad would yell, then hang up. I'd sigh, and go back to sleep without giving him a second thought.

However, about a month ago (I think I mentioned this in editor's intro to Issue 4 of the Unholy Biscuit) I decided that enuff was enuff, and went up to the bathroom armed with a bunch of photos of attractive people with not-too-crap hair, a mirror, a hacksaw and a grim determination. The hacksaw broke halfway through doing my bangs, so it was replaced with a hedgetrimmer. Fifteen minutes later and with only a few, very minor injuries, I had had a haircut for the first time in about four years.

It's still long enough to piss my dad off, but short enough to prevent builders from whistling at me as I mince down the street. And who knows? Maybe now that I look presentable, I'll take my dad's advice and, y'know, get one of those 'real job' thingies.

Oi, mate! Get a haircut!

Consider it done!

Me, doing some work for Litvision. I am now the sexiest editor since Marissa Ranello! She can edit my poetry any day of the week.

Um, whatever that means.

That's it for my exciting update about hair. Join me next time as we talk about the pros and cons of pipe cleaners. Feel free to leave comments below, and if you are looking for some older material, set sail towards here.

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