Slap Head

[caddyman]

In retrospect, getting the clippers out and shaving my head last night might not have been the wisest thing I've ever done.

Now, the top of Sir Bryan's head has long since ceased to resemble a forest or even a savannah. The back and sides are still relatively hirsute, but the top? No.

Nonetheless, the dandelion gossamer that appears up there if untended does have a certain insulative (I think I just made that word up...) quality, and with an accompanying beard, the Winter is kept at bay. However I was lulled by a combination of the unseasonable mildness and the fact that my reflection was beginning to look like last season's last swede left in a damp part of the barn for too long. So, out with the clippers and off with the hair.

Now, we're not quite talking Jean-Luc Picard here, particularly before the cropping, but post clippage we're not far off. Certainly it should be possible for someone (who is not averse to a broken nose) to strike a lucifer anywhere on my bonce from the crown to my chin (the beard had to get the same trimming treatment, see, or I would have looked too much like a member of ZZ Top for comfort - especially when wearing the fedora).

The fates being what they are, of course, has meant that temperatures have dropped a few degrees, the dragon-breath is back and it's started raining. Incessant, cold, rain. Now, readers such as serratia, fromaway or mollpeartree who together with -possibly - [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] (although I'm less certain of the climate on his manor) form the northern North American massif amongst my friends list will no doubt giggle at the complaints of an effete Englishman whining about temperatures above freezing, but there we go. My head is cold. I may be getting nesh in my old age, but it changes nothing: my head is cold. And wet (well not now obviously, since I'm in the office, but earlier).

This weather is mythering me something rotten. I should have worn my hat.

Comments

[fromaway.livejournal.com]

Oh, but rain is the worst. In Halifax it would pour for days on end, and I would venture outside only under duress.

You have my sympathies. I'd much rather have subzero temperatures than rain.

[caddyman.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

Shouldn't you be getting some kip around now? It must be the small wee hours over there right now...

[fromaway.livejournal.com]

As I write it's almost seven in the morning.

I woke up early.

[mollpeartree.livejournal.com]

the northern North American massif amongst my friends list will no doubt giggle at the complaints of an effete Englishman whining about temperatures above freezing, but there we go.

Are you kidding? If Chicagoans weren't freshly astonished at all times by every type of bad weather we'd almost have nothing to talk about. I agree btw that a cold, penetrating rain is worse than an honest icy wind; I tend to find the rainy transitional weeks in spring and fall here much more demoralizing than plain old winter.

[caddyman.livejournal.com]

If Chicagoans weren't freshly astonished at all times by every type of bad weather we'd almost have nothing to talk about

Now there's a very English habit!

[agentinfinity.livejournal.com]

But you have a fedora, so you can handle anything (and probably fight crime at the same time). A possible solution to further problems would be to get more fedoras. Or a trilby.

[caddyman.livejournal.com]

If only you knew the amount of millinery at my disposal...

[thalinoviel.livejournal.com]

there goes my plan to knit you a nice wooly hat. Although I will if you like.I think I still have all the colours from th scarf if you want it to match.