I am the bastard offspring of Frank Gallacher and Vladimir Karpets?
If I am a metrosexual who thinks Beckham is cool go for an alice band, rufty tufty biker go for the bandanna, normal person wear a hat or stay indoors.
An ex once dumped me for a long haired youth of 16 (half my age). In her illicit passion induced state she moved out without even a bean as pay-off from me. I got the house, the lot. He subsequently plundered her life savings, & cleared off abroad. He did me a favour. 🙂
Back in my 20’s i sported a 3ft long, bright red mohican (amongst other styles & colours) and mainly wore it tied back.
Was in the Post Office waiting to pay a bill, wearing a ripped, sleeveless shirt (showing tattoos) DPM combat trousers and german para boots with clog soles.
Heard a voice behind me say… “Mummy, why has that little lady got red hair?”
This is the best old photo of my long golden locks I can find, the only one that looks ok, but the day-to-day reality was more poodle ponce like due to my OCD for daily hair washing. Anyway, it got cut short 10 years ago, long hair is a PITA.
konabunny, I’m assuming you’re suggesting I looked like a beach bum, or you’re taking the piss in some other way?. I once cried for my mum whilst stuck in transit for several days in Hong Kong, on route to visiting my big sister in Australia, Does that count?, probably not.
I am the bastard offspring of Frank Gallacher and Vladimir Karpets?
If I am a metrosexual who thinks Beckham is cool go for an alice band, rufty tufty biker go for the bandanna, normal person wear a hat or stay indoors.