Or put it another way, it may be better to stick in a job where he smells of roses for a while longer, because anyone going to Spuds without securing a reputation beforehand, no matter how high the financial 'compensation', is going to end up smelling of dogshit, and only those with some sort of...
Ah, transplants. The hair has to come from somewhere, and most of our hair is, ahem, curly. So the back of his head almost to the top of his ears, is now almost certainly bald. In a strong wind, he looks like a freak.
Beats the name of the band I was in, age 15, that played Claire hall in Hayward's Heath, in 1973. More than 200 in the audience.
Bruce.
I lodged a protest, I really did.
Bruce.
Not Son of Sam's Salami Slicer (we were a bit metally)
Not The Fragrant Wand (we were a bit Caravanny)
Bruce...
:LOL:
Lucky they didn't touch the large smooth area up the back of his neck, almost to the crown, from whence the tonsure repair hair had been so cruelly taken.
Very sensitive area, that. The outer cuticle of Shatner's Bassoon.
Touch that, and there would be a real risk he may have done a...