June 21st 2024

Today at 30 years old I finally have a regular barber. And by that I mean I have one I have been to twice. And I’m fairly sure he recognised me from the previous time, so that’s an instant win.

And this one isn’t my cousin’s girlfriend, or my dad’s barber, but my very own!

I say this every time, but I always forget how much a haircut changes my view of myself. My hair has gone. But it was so long before. It’s been so long, long, since I haven’t seeeeeeeen your face. Et cetera.

I successfully navigated the small talk by talking almost exclusively about the Euro’s, which taught me that it’s only ever safe to get my haircut during a major international football tournament.

Until tomorrow, I’ll see you again in Mexico 2026.

Jacn