I’ve gotten to reflecting lately on how my hair has changed over the years. (Don’t ask me why, but mindless gardening jobs get the thoughts a wandrin’.) There’s a lot less of it than there used to be and what there is contains a lot more grey. But looking back, boy did I look stupid sometimes !
In my teen years, I thought I was the coolest going out dressed entirely in white, during my “John Lennon” period. ( I can only have resembled a 6ft tampon walking down the street. ) My hair, oh how lovely, was very Drew Barrymore.
The problem was (the tampon not withstanding) given my extra in the breathing department, I looked more like Barbra Streisand (with Drew Barrymore hair).
I hung on to Barbra for a while but then moved into the highly fashionable mullet – known then as my “Fast Bowler” (as in cricket) look. By now I was at college and had forgotten to pack my razor so the introduction of a bird-pulling manlysomeness around my chin seemed appropriate.
Then, woh, I went for the perm. (I don’t believe it myself ! ) I had a Kevin Keegan……….
………….but this fell flat as I was now turning into a Bob Dylan clone.
Thank heaven for proper jobs. All this silliness came to an end when I had to have a business cut and settle down. My Clooney-cut stayed with me for all my professional life, though, to create the effect I’ve given ol’ George the ubiquitous “Al ” beard.
Now, I don’t have a proper job and the hair is back.
What on earth will it be next? How about going back in time in reverse order ? A perm, maybe……………..blue rinse.
What’s the worst hair decision you’ve ever made?