Tempus Fugit
Sunday, June 13th, 2010 11:22 pmI'm pretty sure that I've mentioned this before at some point, though not for a couple or three years. Longer, probably.
Back in the late 80s, when this sort of thing was all the rage and I still had enough haior to warrant looking for a comb, I bought some hair gel. It was water-based and took about three hours to dry. Once it had done, it held your hair in what I can best remember as a coral-like embrace.
I only tried it the once. Not only was my ego protected by such tissue-thin defences that it could not take the ribbing that came my way, but I was forced upon reflection (literally: I looked in the mirror) to admit that I did indeed look like a fat Phil Collins. As I say, I never used it again, but I didn't throw it away. It became the home for two plastic eyeballs that spent the next 25 years balefully looking at the world from inside the jar.
Today, the day before we move, its luck has run out and I have poured the hair gel down the sink and washed it away.
I kept the eyeballs, though.
Back in the late 80s, when this sort of thing was all the rage and I still had enough haior to warrant looking for a comb, I bought some hair gel. It was water-based and took about three hours to dry. Once it had done, it held your hair in what I can best remember as a coral-like embrace.
I only tried it the once. Not only was my ego protected by such tissue-thin defences that it could not take the ribbing that came my way, but I was forced upon reflection (literally: I looked in the mirror) to admit that I did indeed look like a fat Phil Collins. As I say, I never used it again, but I didn't throw it away. It became the home for two plastic eyeballs that spent the next 25 years balefully looking at the world from inside the jar.
Today, the day before we move, its luck has run out and I have poured the hair gel down the sink and washed it away.
I kept the eyeballs, though.