Had my hair recoloured and cut for the first time since... um, October? November? Anyway, quite some time ago.
I forgot just how much better the world feels after a haircut. Damn, I may even have been strutting on my way home afterwards. It's just sad that my head kinda smells like cat pee now.
Internet find of the day:
Widow's Son Inn - the hanging of the bun ceremony:
Hung on Good Friday. As small as the write-up is, the visuals I'm getting are very vivid.
And I think via that and
this, I want a copy of
this book.