Bad Hair Day Update

Heroes:

Lynn;

Robyn;

Utsav;

Zeroes:

The rest of you cowardy custards.
I'm not angry … just disappointed.
(I never got to be a parent but I've always wanted to say that. Hee hee).

Bad Hair Day

Why, oh why, oh why?

What the fuck do we think we are doing?

I'm talking Bad Hair!
I mean we all do it at some point in our lives.
And let's be honest, ladies, it was usually the eighties.
So I have decreed today "Bad Hair Day".
Post photos of your worst hair ever!
A huge cheer for Lynn who got in first and posted her's last night.
Boy, it's a doozy!

So come on … perms, mullets, back-combing tragedies, cornrow (what the fuck was THAT about?) … They're all welcome and today is the day to dig out your crappiest hair photo and display it to the world to the echoes of our mocking laughter.

To my eternal shame I had probably the worst hair any middle-aged man could possibly have (with the obvious exception of a whitey in dreadlocks).
And scarily, this was only five or six years ago!
And even more scarily, I didn't hide in a hole with a sack over my head but got up on stage and displayed it!


Fucking Hell!
An hilarious combination of "mid-life-crisis" ponytail, tragic pointy sideburns and sad little goatee.
And "phallic" guitar.
Nice "package" though, if I say so myself (let's face it; some of us don't need to compensate with a Porsche). Hee hee.

"Hey, lay-dees … It's Mister Sophistication."
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha … etc.

I'd cry if I weren't laughing so much.
Luckily the whole lot came off the year I burned my Hawai'ian shirts and got a life.

So … Lynn and I have displayed our most horrifying hair.
Now it's your turn.
You know you want to.