Today I discovered something important – the Big M is no hairdresser. This is a crucial lesson for later life when style matters.
My fringe has been somewhat overgrown for a while and was beginning to get in my eyes. I was quite keen to emulate an early Harry Styles but they don’t sell baby hair product.
The Big M nervous of scissor related injuries took the baby nail scissors to my locks and now I look like a scarecrow – albeit a handsome one, even if I say so myself.
Next time I think I’ll try the big D’s barbering skills.
