K has just returned from the hairdressers.
In recent days, the Tufts had actually begun to settle down, their combined length and weight having morphed the ‘do into a comparatively less offensive latter-day Mullet. “Business on top; party round the back.”
But now… they’re back. Tuftier than ever. Like the snakes in Medusa’s hair, one glance could turn a man to… OK, inapposite metaphor.
This means WAR, you know. Where are me fookin’ fags?
See also… Tufts and chuffs.
troubled diva 