I remember when I was at school I had to read a book called Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck. It wasn't my favourite book and it was compulsory reading. The title actually came from a Robert Burns poem where he apologises to a mouse after upturning the mouse's nest while ploughing a field. There is a line in it that is especially applicable to what happened with some fundraising for the channel swim.
The best laid schemes of mice and men often go awry and leave us nought but grief and pain. (not quite the quote but easier to read and understand).
There was a pop up barber shop at work on Friday just before the Christmas party, and it was suggested to me that a stupid hair cut might raise some money. I didn't think anyone would be that bothered so I said ok, if you can raise £50 I'll do it.
£269 later I found myself wondering what I had let myself in for. I was surprised how many people were looking forward to my humiliation, people went over to see the barber planning my demise. He was told he could have free reign, anything could go. So as you can imagine I wasn't feeling particularly happy when I sat down for my cut. I now have very little hair (well none) on the back of my head and a permanent (till my hair grows back) side parting.
Now at this point you are probably thinking that I look pretty foolish, that is where the title of the blog comes in. The haircut actually works for me, I look a little bit different and slightly bald but my scumbag boogie cut actually kinda works. That's right my hair has a name! Paul who cut my hair, with a cut throat razor at some points, did a really good job. So the cut backfired on my rather generous work colleagues, and I walked back to the office feeling semi-embarrassed and slight relieved that I didn't look like a complete fool.
This is where that saying then comes back to haunt me. There we are, rather a lot of unhappy work colleagues, humiliation had been paid for and humiliation had not been received. Part 2 is being planned and I have the feeling that I'm not going to get away lightly, in fact I think it might be worse than a bad hair cut.
The best laid schemes of mice and men often go awry and leave us nought but grief and pain. (not quite the quote but easier to read and understand).
There was a pop up barber shop at work on Friday just before the Christmas party, and it was suggested to me that a stupid hair cut might raise some money. I didn't think anyone would be that bothered so I said ok, if you can raise £50 I'll do it.
£269 later I found myself wondering what I had let myself in for. I was surprised how many people were looking forward to my humiliation, people went over to see the barber planning my demise. He was told he could have free reign, anything could go. So as you can imagine I wasn't feeling particularly happy when I sat down for my cut. I now have very little hair (well none) on the back of my head and a permanent (till my hair grows back) side parting.
Now at this point you are probably thinking that I look pretty foolish, that is where the title of the blog comes in. The haircut actually works for me, I look a little bit different and slightly bald but my scumbag boogie cut actually kinda works. That's right my hair has a name! Paul who cut my hair, with a cut throat razor at some points, did a really good job. So the cut backfired on my rather generous work colleagues, and I walked back to the office feeling semi-embarrassed and slight relieved that I didn't look like a complete fool.
This is where that saying then comes back to haunt me. There we are, rather a lot of unhappy work colleagues, humiliation had been paid for and humiliation had not been received. Part 2 is being planned and I have the feeling that I'm not going to get away lightly, in fact I think it might be worse than a bad hair cut.
Part 2, ended up being a rather fetching pink / purple number for the work Christmas party. I felt suitably humiliated, a big thank you to all those people who very kindly sponsored my humiliation. I can honestly say it wouldn't have happened without you.