With the weather just starting to show signs of picking up a bit, I decided it was time I had a hair cut. Only, my trusty Whal clippers, that have served me faithfully for about fifteen years now, have gone on the blink.
I need to get them into the barbers, in town. Let him have a look at them. I'm sure it's just the blade alignment.
Not one to let such matters stand in my way, I picked up my big scissors and went to work ~ without the aid of any mirrors. What would I want a mirror for? Fucking look at myself?! FFS!
Job Done!
Bear Grylls, eat ye fuckin' heart out!
