Blog: Asleep on the compost heap

Something odd and stealthy happened to me in the barber shop today. Halfway through my regular haircut the barber whupped out his GHD and started straightening my hair as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Yikes. When I felt the warm iron near my ear I wanted to object and say something macho. Something like "ehhh...what the FUCK do you think you're there doing buddy?" - 'cept I didn't. I just sorta tensed up and got sweaty, then pulled an uncomfortable 'glance over the shoulder' move before I - gotta admit - relaxed into [...]