A short story

It's been a while coming, but this weekend it finally happened: a proper home hairdressing mishap, which left me with a stark choice - looking like either an Eastern European neo-Nazi or a man who's recently had brain surgery. I plumped for the former and am currently wandering about with a freezing bonce waiting to be mistaken for Edward Norton in American History X or one of those nutters who gets all their hair cut off because it's giving them bad dreams.