Hair

I'm going to do the unthinkable. Haircut. Worry not, every good hedge needs preening, an accentuated shape up.

This moment of enlightenment was in no way facilitated by a recent journey on the tube (o.k thats a lie). To the woman who had your face pressed up into my hair like a soft morning pillow, it was clean. In fact i borrowed some of Freya's curl activator, afro sheen that morning. It is serious that sheen, smelling like a heady mix of haribo, coco butter and felt tip pens. Really she should thank me for a fro induced psychedelic trip. No wonder she was gasping for air at old street station. What better way to start the day?

I can't trust just anyone though, like the Queen and her pursanthiams i need a master gardener.