That’s the first (of three) New Year resolutions down the pan.
I was trying to grow my hair long enough to look like an aging hippy but it was turning out a bit wild, more like a mad scientist’s. I tried trimming it just enough to make it look tidier. The clippers were not working properly so I took them apart and removed a wad of compacted hair from between the blades.
I should have put my glasses on first, lost one of the screws. Found the escaped screw under the kitchen table and put the clippers back together… Still not working, at this stage I looked as if I had alopecia, not good.
Go into town and pay for a decent haircut or shower + shave = Uncle Fester.
I’ve not been to the barber’s since Friday… Friday 11th June 2004.
The other two resolutions? I’m doing fine with them, much better than expected, but not tempting providence by boasting about what they are.