It turns out that if you go drink in a certain establishment in Nottingham, a very talented hairdresser will ask the hairy man that is your boyfriend if he’d be ok to sit and let trainees play with his hair in return for a cut throat shave. Proper barber style with hot and cold towels and lotions and potions from this place. It was really nice there, even though I got relegated to the back room for two hours because they were training and I wasn’t allowed in to watch. I did get a cup of tea out of it, and a chance to sit and read for a while.
Hairy actually has a face. For the first time in over two years, I’ve actually seen him clean shaven apart from his ‘tache and goatee which got trimmed. It’s rather a stunning change, but you can’t really see it in the picture that I took. He’s gone from this:
He’s still got most of his long hair, I think they only took off the dead ends at the bottom. Hairy also asked me to tell you that he isn’t grumpy like he looks in the picture, he’s just tired.
I’m boring today, all my interesting stuff was about Hairy! I spent yesterday reading and writing essays, and I don’t think anyone really needs to know about that. I’ve still got Christmas shopping to do which sucks, but hey you can’t always be organised and I never am 🙂