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 … Continue reading Recognised