I had my hair cut today, which has become a weighty decision in my mind. It goes something like this...

A) Do I get a crop or not? If I get a crop I'll look like I've just been released from a concentration camp, if I don't then I'll look like a paedophile.

B) Will my mum like it? If not then I'll have to put up with three weeks worth of moaning about how terrible I look.

C) Will this cut enhance my ability to attract members of the opposite sex? To be honest no haircut has ever done this, but I live in hope.

D) If I go to my local hairdressers will I get the trainee? And if I do will I be able to get my money back?

Anyway, I went in and got a "short-back-and-sides" and rather unfortunately I'm deaf as a post when I'm not wearing my glasses (for those who have 20/20 vision, you don't wear your glasses when getting a haircut). So when the whole place erupted in fits of laughter I didn't know if it was because of my rapidly growing baldspot.
(Still while I can't see it, it doesn't exist).
The best I can say is that I'm not having to brush my hair out my eyes with a pair of gloves covered in someone elses vomit.
Which is nice...

Rebecca Blood has written this rather nice article for the Guardian" The revolution should not be eulogised". It's an interesting look at the Weblog phenomenon.