August 6th, 2004

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I've a freakin' mullet!

I've just left the hairdresser's...and I'm not sure how I feel about the change in hairstyle I've acquired. Juan, bastard, had taken a holiday and that left me no other option but to entrust myself to one of his staff. A sweet girl, good at her job, but maybe just a little bit too scissor-happy...

It's a hot day. It's been a hot week. It's been getting uncomfortably hot under my shaggy dog do. So she said she would like to make it lighter and airier for me, and that she would like to make more of my face visible by cutting back the fringe. "But I don't want it too short", I said. Now it's half-long at the back and short at the front, the sides and on top. I've lost a lot of hair and it does feel much lighter and cooler...but I feel so exposed and I've just realised: I've got a freakin' mullet!

It's going to be my nephew Mick's 16th birthday on Monday. To celebrate, I'm taking him to the festive opening of the Tolkienshop tomorrow.

I read the Lord of the Rings-trilogy when I was 15, 16 - and was so impressed with it that for years afterwards I read everything by and about Tolkien that I could find. Mick is now as obsessed by the thought of finding out more about Quenya and Sindarin as I used to be, and apart from asking me to get him The Silmarillion for his birthday this year, has been pestering me about finding resources on the web to aid in his quest. And that's how I found out that there's going to be a grand opening of a shop devoted to all things Middle-Earth in Leiden. I called Mick, and he was immediately enthusiastic. Which means that tomorrow, I've got a date with one of my favourite young men ;-)!