Hair! Again!

Sorry if you aren't remotely interested in hair.  On the bright side, I only go to the hairdresser about 3 times a year, so it isn't very often you have to put up with this.

Ta-daa!  Check out the new do:

I could have just posted the photo without the highly professional editing to conceal my secret identity, but it amuses me to look like a middle-aged ninja, so it stays like this.  Mr WithaY suggested I add some huge bug eyes as well.  He thinks he's funny.   

The charming girl at the hairdresser has chopped off loads of the skanky bits at the ends, layered it so it is all bouncy and wavy again, and given me a bit of a fringe to stop me getting too bored with it.  I am very pleased.  Also, (and this is why she gets a tip) she said I have no need to colour it as it has barely any grey, and that it looks lovely.  So hurrah.

I went to the music shop in Salisbury as I want to get the tab book for Alice in Chains "Black Gives Way To Blue" but no luck.  To be fair, I don't even know if the book exists, I just assumed it did.  I heard "Your Decision" on the TV a few nights ago, used my mighty iPhone to Shazam it so I knew what it was, and then downloaded the album on iTunes.  All while sitting watching CSI.  I love technology, I get to  pretend I am on the USS Enterprise when I do stuff like that. 

I found the chords online but am not convinced they are correct, as it sounds rather odd.  Plus the timing is a bugger, as soon as I try to sing AND play it at the same time it all goes horribly wrong. 

I still sound like I have a cold, even though I don't, so my singing is nowhere near the way it should be.  I wonder if I have some sort of yukky low-grade sinus infection or something left over from the Black Lung outbreak. 

If I am still sounding bunged-up by the end of the week I might ask the doctor what he suggests.  He may well suggest that I go away and stop bothering him, of course. 

Mr WithaY has had a cold for almost a week, but is on the mend now. He celebrated by cleaning out the fishtank this morning.  The soundtrack for this diligent activity was very loud trance music.  Apparently the fish like it.  It just made me think of Father Fintan Stack from Father Ted.

"I've had my fun and that's all that matters."  One of the best lines in comedy ever.