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caddymanComb-overs, or more colloquially, Bobby Charltons are bad news at any time. No one notices a baldy bloke if he just shaves what’s left of his hair down and keeps it short. Everybody notices a Bobby Charlton and everyone is secretly as hopeful that the wind will get under it and slap the hair across the bloke’s shoulder as is anxious that it shouldn’t.
Despite that, many otherwise sane men comb a lick of extra-long hair over their bald pates and glue it down with Brylcreem or similar and hope beyond hope that no-one notices their lack of follicular coverage.
They may as well install a flashing neon sign pointing at their head.
I admit to some sympathy with them, I passed through some years of increasingly sparse coverage before I bit the bullet and asked the barber to hit my head with a number 2 razor along the back and sides and a number 1 on top. Once I was over that initial trauma, it took about two shearings before I defaulted to the number 1 razor all over my head. Nowadays it’s the number one followed by a saunter over the crown with a shaving razor to get rid of the bum fluff too fine to be picked up by the main razor.
The point is: even in the darkest depths of denial over losing my fleece, never did I contemplate a comb-over.
Today I saw my first dreadlock comb-over. Or rather a dreadlock pile up. They weren’t quite combed across the chap’s pate, but they were brought over and then, for want of a better word, coiled around the baldy bit. Presumably their weight holds them down, though there must be some fixing somewhere to do the Brylcreem duties. What made it all the more poignant was the fact that there was a clear gap at the back between the remaining hair and the combed over dreads.
Get the clippers out, man. Don’t look like a plum!
Despite that, many otherwise sane men comb a lick of extra-long hair over their bald pates and glue it down with Brylcreem or similar and hope beyond hope that no-one notices their lack of follicular coverage.
They may as well install a flashing neon sign pointing at their head.
I admit to some sympathy with them, I passed through some years of increasingly sparse coverage before I bit the bullet and asked the barber to hit my head with a number 2 razor along the back and sides and a number 1 on top. Once I was over that initial trauma, it took about two shearings before I defaulted to the number 1 razor all over my head. Nowadays it’s the number one followed by a saunter over the crown with a shaving razor to get rid of the bum fluff too fine to be picked up by the main razor.
The point is: even in the darkest depths of denial over losing my fleece, never did I contemplate a comb-over.
Today I saw my first dreadlock comb-over. Or rather a dreadlock pile up. They weren’t quite combed across the chap’s pate, but they were brought over and then, for want of a better word, coiled around the baldy bit. Presumably their weight holds them down, though there must be some fixing somewhere to do the Brylcreem duties. What made it all the more poignant was the fact that there was a clear gap at the back between the remaining hair and the combed over dreads.
Get the clippers out, man. Don’t look like a plum!
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Date: 2009-08-25 03:04 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-25 03:33 pm (UTC)I might manage a dandelion clock...
Which reminds me, it might be time to get the clippers out again!
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Date: 2009-08-25 04:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-26 10:57 am (UTC)Combover= Not cool. The two things should not; nay, Cannot exist on the same head at the same time without dire consequences resultinf from the unholy fusion.