I was in a bar in Newcastle , and was standing drinking my pint waiting for my mates to come in , I’d had a few.
and someone started playing with my hair, from behind working there fingers up from the nape of my neck, I was convinced it would stop there and I’d turn around and it would be one of my mates saying , alright ! but no it escalated the hands went up on top of my head a ruffled my hair vigorously,
btw this was a fri night, dark baR,( I wear concealer only at the front)( im a bloody expert at it, to much is prob as bad as not enough)7 years of it.
anyway by this time im totaly fecking angry because i hate my hair messed up,i turned around a feck me it was a bigg baldy bloke, on his own.
so i pushed him over the tables he went down whack through the tables and on the floor.
then the weird thing he got up and shook my hand,then left he was on his own , yes it’s a true story,
I felt conscious about my hair all night, not because of the concealers , but I hate my style messed up cos I had a lot of time out ahead of me till 3 in the morning
girls woman do love to mess up a perfect style, but that’s different from yanking, that’s assault in my book.
anyway enjoy your hair,
strange but we don’t go round trying to spot false teeth