Hair Today …

Fully vaccinated I decided to give myself a haircut. After a full year hiding out in my rooms I had gone full-Santa but I noticed a difference from earlier hirsute adventures: my hair was drastically thinning with age and rather than looking jolly, I spent most of my time trying to keep my hair out of my mouth. Not only that, but my face mask was severely compromised by my nascent Billy Gibbons beard. But back to the do-it-yourself aspect of the quest to overcome rogue hair.

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Qonspiracy Warehouse

Bill Murray used to do a very funny routine where he was the sleazy piano bar musician playing inane tunes and urging a sing-along to an audience which was oblivious to his kitschy banter. Do you know the words to the music of Star Wars? We all roared with laughter. But my mother had a very different reaction. Having a great deal of experience in small piano bars, she saw Murray as the quintessential loser struggling to remain relevant: he wasn’t funny; he was sad. My mother didn’t like Bill Murray … he was too real.

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