Now, you'll know that I was blessed from a very early age with absolutely zero head hair. Yes yes I know. A real blessing. An inbuilt rain hat etc. Oi Kojak. Yup. Loving it. As George Costanza once said to a date of Elaine's who thought he might be losing his thatch: "LIVE damn you. Live as you have never lived before"
Anyhow. I've come to terms with it now and no longer sit at home in a wig drinking cheap gin.
The other day I happened to cross the path of David Yelland, former Sun editor, committed baldy and glasses wearer. We both paused. There was a beat. I swear to god we both thought: shit, that's me! Wait!
It was a weird moment.
-- Post From My iPhone
About Me
- saato
- I secretly think I am the new Keats. Its all a pathetic fallacy of course, but it helps me get the creative energies focused. The other stuff is rambling nonsense. You really don't want to read it.
2 comments:
You've got a doppelganger in Walthamstow too. Was quite embarrassing when I pinched a complete stranger on the arse.
that is a crying shame.
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