Archive: hair

An accident I can’t stand barbers, so I normally cut my own hair. Usually I think I do a pretty good job, but I did a bit of a howler on Sunday.

I put the wrong attachment on the clipper. It was late at night; I did it really absent-mindedly because it’s usually such a routine. Of course, once you start you have to finish.

Quite a lot of hair came off — just in time for the wintry weather to truly come in. Brr! I’m going to have to take a hat everywhere with me now.

My hair hasn’t been this short for around three years, and truth be told it looks a bit silly. It is also really annoying because I was cultivating a good beard, but it looks ridiculous to have a beard that’s longer than your hair, especially if your beard is darker than your head hair.

What’s the moral of the story? Double-check the attachment? Make sure you don’t do it late at night? Just go to the damn barbers in future?

Apparently the craze sweeping the tennis players at Wimbledon this year is blogging.

…for many of the players, the [rainy] weather meant the chance for many to turn to their favourite pastime — blogging.

Is that a recipe for disaster? Usually when public figures and celebrities try their hand at blogging it is absolutely shit.

Andy Murray’s blog is attracting a fair bit of controversy, which is a good start for a blogger. I cannot stand Murray myself. What a miserable bastard he is. Have you ever seen him smile? I haven’t. Infact, most of the time he is just grumping about a journalist or something. He seems like the sort of person who would frown when he hears he’s won the lottery. Cheer up man! You’ve got a career playing tennis, not bloody toilet cleaning!

Nevertheless, I do like this man’s blog.

I realise my hair’s a bit of a state but it doesn’t really phase me too much. Why get a hair cut when you can just put a cap on? Its cheaper to buy a cap than pay for half a dozen haircuts a year!

Quite right! Even in this post about haircuts and autographs he is still getting a barrage of comments from chippy Englishmen who can’t understand why Murray won’t support a foreign football team (beats me!). For instance, stats is a charming fellow:

typical scotman wont get his hand out of his pocket, get a haircut you tight git!!!

Now who is the racist between Murray and stats? All I can say is, at least Murray is man enough to have unmoderated comments on his blog.

Rafael Nadal is “blogging” for the ATP’s website, but I am taking one look at it and saying, “that is not a blog”. I know that’s getting into the boring old debate about what is and isn’t a blog, but face it: this is a static web page with no comments and not even permalinks.

All I can see is a load of boring photographs and some totally banal writing, completely playing into the stereotype of bloggers writing about their breakfast (for the record, I had two Weetabix today, but I am still bloody shattered). Just as well he was only writing it for the French Open.

All of the many ATP blogs follow along the same lines. I have never heard of Bob and Mike Bryan but apparently they are revolutionary doubles players. Their “blogging” is anything but revolutionary.

Dmitry Tursunov’s “blog” is much more like it. I like his sense of humour. And he is a bit of a typical blogger in that he uses far too many exclamation marks. Good on him I say.

So ATP has asked me to tone down on exclamation points! Oh really?!?! You don’t like them?! Maybe that’s how I feel! Maybe I feel like putting exclamation points!!! Maybe I just like them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It smells like Bryanne [Stewart]’s hand has been in it. She’s been turning ATP against my exclamation points!!! The only way to battle it is to put more exclamation points!!!!

But now I am just wondering what Bryanne Stewart’s hand smells like it’s been in… She has her own blog, but hers is a bit different because she is videoblogging, vlogging, vodcasting, whatever the hell you want to call it.

The problem is that it’s quite wooden. It is like watching James Rubin again. “Sorry I missed yesterday,” she says monotonously, “but I had other priorities. Um. Australia was playing in the soccer yesterday.” It ends rather abruptly. There is no goodbye. She just looks at somebody to the right of the camera with an expression that says, “Can I be finished yet?”

So the Wimblogedon revolution hasn’t quite been the complete disaster it threatened to be. Just like all blogs, it is a mixed bag and there are good and bad ones. If this was a tournament it would be a close final between Tursonov and Murray. Unfortunately Tursonov hasn’t written a single word since May, so victory goes to Andy Murray!

Coolest hair ever — in the shape of a hat! (Via.)

Richard Leyton has a good post about his fear or hairdressers.

I have the same problem. I think the last time I went to a barber must have been at least five years ago.

When I was young I never really liked getting my hair cut because I went in familiar with myself and came out as a stranger, looking weird. I hated it when other people got their hair cut aswell. It just doesn’t look right, does it?

So my hair tended to be quite long, which was problematic because the rather stupid shape it grew into caused my hair to be a laughing stock. Somebody once even called me ‘Pot Noodle Head’.

Going to the hairdresser’s was okay though, so long as my mother was there. But then one day she just told me to go and get my haircut on my own. So I had to go along and try to describe the haircut that I didn’t even know I wanted. Every single time I got my hair cut it looked different. I just stopped going.

I ended up growing my hair longish, partly because I hated barbers and partly because of a bet (which wasn’t honoured, DAMNIT). Just about everybody in earshot was going to give me a tenner if I went for a year without getting my haircut.

I ended up going for longer thanIt looked kind of stupid at first, but I expected that. I thought it would turn out okay in the long run. But it didn’t. It just kept on looking stupid. I think my hair was actually wider than it was long.

After a couple of years of that I decided to go completely in the other direction. I got the clippers out and chopped most of my hair off, keeping it the same length as my beard (I also hate shaving — such a waste of time). That approach worked the best. All of a sudden people said I looked like Justin Timberlake, Ronan Keating and, er, Graeme Dott. Previously rational people wanted to rub my hair to feel the fuzziness.

Having my beard the same length as my hair has its plusses and minuses. Obviously it was easy to just do it all in one go. Because my beard is so visible I’ve never been ID’d. Who needs driving licenses when you’ve got beards?! But my beard is ginger, so now everybody just says I’m ginger. I was never ginger before. My beard is ginger, but my hair isn’t really, I don’t think. Seriously, I must have about five different colours of hair on my person.

Well that was a couple of years ago now and the novelty has worn thin. I’m kind of bored of my hair, and I don’t really know what to do about it. I can’t be bothered to cut it so often. I’ve not even had the time to this summer. So my appearance a bit more scruffy at the moment. Not that it seems to matter what I do with my hair…