Do I need a new haircut? Tales of a hairy farter....

Way back home getting a haircut was decided on a poll, whose major participants were my parents. Occassionally my sister, who made up for the occasionally bit by the vociferous bit. My grandmother who pleaded with me sometimes and the local neighbourhood girls who would giggle and remark about how they wished they had as much hair as I had. But then, I have happy hair. Very happy hair.

So the question remains. Do I need a haircut. Look at the photo and then tell me....