Hatsu haircut

4th January 2010

The first haircut of the year. The hairdresser wasn't young but seemed strangely nervous, dropping the comb twice. Each time, a burst of shaky patter after he picked it up.

When he switched on the razor, I stopped breathing.

But nothing except hair was cut off. So say hello to the new me.

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