When the sale comes first
And the truth comes second,
Just stop for a minute and smile ..
I had a dream last night that I won an Oscar for Best Picture for making the film "Up", and having to go up on stage to make a speech which I hadn't planned. And I remember the whole thing being horribly nerve-racking, except the stuff I came out with turned out to be really awesome and I got a standing ovation.
I got a haircut the other day and lost a heck of a lot more hair than I intended to. It's not as if it looks terrible, but there was certainly more hair on the floor when it was over than I'd envisaged when I walked in. It was the usual cutter, a small Chinese lady with a Yorkshire accent that just doesn't fit somehow. I like her because she only spends the first 2 minutes doing 'hairdresser chat', and then just asks the usual questions. And I give her the usual "not too short mumble mumble don't fuck it up, yeah?"
So I've been showcasing my new hair today with Pip and Simon at Holmfirth food and drink festival, where I nearly bought a cider slushy, which might have been amazing, and ate a bratwurst, which was a massive disappointment. I did find some pub graffiti though.
Click for full size. I'm still not certain if it says 'suck' or 'fuck', but either way, Gary is a twat.
