Hair Baby!

You should feel lucky that I'm actually writing this post. You see, I've squeezed you in between two episodes of Boston Legal Season 1. Episode 9 and 10. Number 9 and 8 were kind of christmassy. Thanks for yapping so much about it Tim. I kind of like it. Although James Spaders character is a pain. I like Tara Wilson and Brad.

It's funny to think back when I was a mere kitten. Things were so much different. Not so much for the better or worse, just different. I don't know about you, but I certainly had stuff on my mind. People always say they think back to when they "didn't have a care in the world". I don't know about you, but that was certainly never the case for me. There was always something on my mind. One thing or the other.

When I was younger I worried about just about everything. I wasn't tall enough. I was too tall. I hadn't made out with a girl yet (fat chance! but still I worried - what will the others say?). I was fat. A geek. I didn't have the right bike. I didn't wear the right clothes (my wardrobe consisted mostly of stuff my brother (oldest) had worn when he was my age). That I, um, well wasn't yet fully developed yet (which was only natural at the age I was at the time). And I didn't have any body hair.

Isn't it funny how you worry about these things? I didn't have to shave my face or anywhere else for that matter. Which I was a little upset about. It became so bad that I actually wished I'd get hair. Of course I never specified exactly where this hair should be. Isn't it tragically funny how the one thing that you really never needed. THAT'S when someone up (or down) there actually heard you and decided to grant you the wish? I suppose if I wait another 20 years I do have a shot in hell to win the lottery.

Still I asked for hair. Boy did I get hair. Then as a young boy I faced the fact that you should be careful what you wish for. It was quite disturbing to see hair growing out of my body and for a while I felt like it was like if I had worms crawling out of me. I had serious issues but learned to deal. Besides, there is such a thing as a your mothers epilady (torture!) and Gillette razors and later wax and those Veet cremes. I had more hair than most by then. Which then worried me even more.

Since then I've pretty much stuck to winning so much money I will never have to work again.

This got me to think about my hair as it is at present date. It's way too long and I'm getting it cut on Saturday. Although not by my usual hairdresser. My usual hairdresser is doing wedding hair on a bride and couldn't cancel. I asked. Twice. Instead I'm getting her "best" other hairdresser. I'm sure she's just saying that to make me feel a little better and not cancelling and having my hair cut here in Copenhagen at a much lower price. Anyway I should really have my hair cut. It looks awful and the past few months have been awful hairwise - and in other ways too, but as I'm feeling a little happier I won't get into that now. Maybe that second gin and tonic helped.

As my hair is getting cut, this is the last chance I have to show you my hair in all its longness and MJ asked me to do a hair post at some point. So I suppose this is it.

So I was playing with my hair, this is from that infamous night at MJs pool party

Another one from the same night.

Oh look! This is from earlier today after I took a shower

Gotta keep that pesky hair in place

It's got a mind of its own

It's no use, there is nothing I can do.

The truth is, I've always hated the colour of my hair. All my life I've wanted black hair or at least a much darker brown. In the summer it used to turn meatloaf coloured or something equally dull light brown. Even now when I look in the mirror the colour of my hair upsets me. It never looks nice.

But when I look at these photos I'm thinking - Does my hair really look like that to everyone else? Because if it does, people are looking a really nice hair colour. I just wish I could see it.

By the way, I will be running away from everything tomorrow at 11.30 CET. I'm going back home for the weekend and spending Monday and Tuesday at our main offices learning some very interesting legal stuff. So I'll try to blog and comment from my fabulous iPhone but I can't promise you that I'll have much success with it. Because in all honesty, I am, an iPhone retard.

Oh and PS. Hair Baby is a song by the Scissor Sisters. It's quite good.