*Previously on gibberings*
Hairdressers... the intimacy of it all. I really fucking struggle with it - letting somebody who probably isn't going to fuck you play with your hair? Wrong.
Not as wrong as being thirty-two in a few weeks and waking up with a comedy biro 'tattoo' of Johnny Thunders on your arm after a few hours of hanging around pretty young punk rock girls and feeling like the seediest fucker on earth, granted.
Hairdressers... the intimacy of it all. I really fucking struggle with it - letting somebody who probably isn't going to fuck you play with your hair? Wrong.
Not as wrong as being thirty-two in a few weeks and waking up with a comedy biro 'tattoo' of Johnny Thunders on your arm after a few hours of hanging around pretty young punk rock girls and feeling like the seediest fucker on earth, granted.
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