Regular readers of this site know that one of the long running segments here has been the drawn-out battle between my hair and my scalp; specifically, my hair’s prolonged and tantrum-riddled decision to part ways with my scalp, over creative differences. I don’t know who started it, but my scalp...
I got tagged by Amooma. Online Tag is a curious ball game. It’s a mix of the childhood games Tag and Follow The Leader. You get tagged, you gotta do what the tagger has done… which usually means answering some questions and filling some lists found on the tagger’s blog....
Those who know Hamish Joy are qualified to testify under oath – “Hammy? Oh, he’s Christian, I think, but he’s not really that religious, if you know what I mean.” Sure, I say ‘God’ and ‘Jesus Christ’, pretty often, but it is more frequently used as stress busting expressions than...
Birds were singing, flowers blooming, and every guy who had a girl to hold on to, had a big cheesy smile accompanying an animated far-off look… rather like Ron McDonald, only goofier. It was the 14th of February, and unless you’re a grizzly bear who is smart enough to hibernate...
I have my hair alright. I suppose I could delude myself that it’s always gonna be there, but only under the influence of REALLY powerful hallucinogens like LSD, mescaline, or Keith Richards. The truth, however, is in plain sight. I’m losing hair like ballot papers from Florida. Historically, hair loss...
