Close shave.

My girlfriend hates me.

I shaved my head the other day. No, I didn't lose a bet, nor do I have a fatal illness - I was just sick and tired of my hair. So I shaved it off. Completely.

I've always wanted hair I could move my hands through - you know, the wavy, shiny kind, with which you can do anything, anything, without it ending up looking ridiculous. How brilliant would that be, to get off your motorcycle (another dream), take off your helmet, and get your hair back into its impeccable model by one stroke of the hand! As you may have gathered, my hair isn't exactly like that - I have hair which needs tons and tons of hairgel to get it to stick to something resembling a decent model. When I move my hands through my hair I 1) get very sticky hands, and 2) I'll break off my hair.

So, instead of breaking it off, I shaved it off, or, rather, my mum did. And you know what? I like it. There's always the risk of your head turning out to have the weirdest shape - like a huge lump on the side of your head, or something like that, but thankfully, my head has a very nice shape - nothing spectacular, just the way I like it.

I'm not completely bald, by the way - my hair's about 2 millimeters long now. I can rub my head as often as I want; walk through bad weather, should I be so inclined; or even wear a cap for longer amounts of time, without emerging looking like a buffoon ..

.. much.

Only downside is, my girlfriend hates me, now.

But she'll get used to it. She always does.

Cheers