Longevity

Blimey, that questionnaire made me realise, I seem to have been blogging for four years now.

How odd.

First post ever (scroll down to the bottom).

Hmmm, and now I've got all sidetracked reading ancient blog posts. I particularly like this wig idea (from here):

"Anyway. Hair. It's a pain. It's a pain because it keeps changing. It's not a skill you can learn, cos just when you find a way of doing it that make you look slightly human it goes and grows again, or the wind changes, or your period starts. And whenever you have it cut, it looks terrible, until about six weeks after the haircut, at which point it looks fantastic. For about a week. But then you can't go back to the hairdresser and say, "You know that cut you did for me last time? Well it was crap. But it was great six weeks later. So that's what I want. The crap cut, but with an extra six weeks added on."

What we need is to be able to freeze good styles and keep them somehow. What a great idea! We could be onto something here. Our fortunes are made. We'll remember this day in years to come as the day we had The Idea. Oh, hang on though, it's already been done. It's called a wig. Uh-uh, hold your horses, OK, so yes, there is such a thing as a wig. But nobody has really exploited the potential for using a wig as a way of recording a good haircut. What's needed is a hair emergency service. At the precise point at which your hair looks good, you need to be able to call the wig-makers, and they need to come round immediately. It would be no use waiting until morning, because it would have gone. They'd have to come round in an emergency wig vehicle, lights flashing, sirens blaring. The neighbours would peep out the curtains and say to each other, "Aw, bless, they've just found a new haircut at number seven. Do you remember when our bob was born?"

In fact, this is such a good idea, it could really take off. People would shave their heads as a matter of course. Everybody would wear wigs. Children would all have shaved heads, until they reached puberty, at which point they'd start to grow... and cut... and grow... everybody waiting with baited breaths to see what kind of style their hair grew into... and then at the crucial moment, flashing lights, sirens, twitching curtains... aww, a new haircut is born.

But the really brave would be those that tried again. People would start to notice that their wig wasn't fitting properly. "Are you trying for another...?" And then would come the day that the wig is removed, and the emerging haircut is brought out into the open. People would applaud you. They would stand up to make sure you had a seat on the bus.

But some people would rebel. There'd be an underground movement of anti-wiggers. Terrible people who - shock horror - don't shave their heads! Never have wigs! A whole movement of people with permanent bad hair days! But then of course, it would get more and more popular. Then it would get co-opted into popular culture. Everybody would be at it. Wigs would fall out of favour. Until an underground wig-wearing movement was started..."


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