Folicles Nonicles

Well it finally feels like the shock of the new is wearing off. No, I'm not talking about Contemporary art's 20th Century rebellion against the bourgeois, I'm talking about my new haircut.
For those of you that don't know, I got a haircut last week. No great shakes I hear you cry, but all weekend, if I wasn't getting blanked, I was making ladies cry and being shunned by hippies. In the middle of last week, I had got so fed up with my overly long unmanageable head of hair I decided I'd stop off at the first barbers I walked to. Normaly I'd go to my wunderbar hair-dresser Lisa (in fact she's the only person I'd normally let near my locks), but she's on a four month work placement in Turkey, so no can do.

needles

I had my first ever acupuncture session yesterday, quite by accident (and no this isn't a euphemism for anything hypodermic). I've been having a problem with styes and odd lumps on my eyelids that have come and gone for well over a year now, and the last wonderfully disfiguring bunch have been with me for nearly three months now. My GP has put me on courses of antibiotics, eyesdrops and stuck me on a waiting list to see a ophthalmologist, an appointment that I will recieve notice about in the post. One day. Maybe.