The Mullet

A few days ago, we decided that Sam's hair needed a trim. You may recall that Sam previously had an 'interesting' hair cut when in Thailand.....helmet hair, without need of the helmet. Well, it was in his ears and mindful of Granny's impending visit (nothing Granny dislikes more than hair in the eyes, isn't that right mother?!) we decided it was time to try again. We found a market, found a willing hairdresser and off she went. Mike is rather protective of his son's blonde locks and looked on aghast as she chopped mercilessly with no apparent design, skill or plan. Within minutes he looked truly extraordinary. By the time she finished, he had an absolutely brilliant 1980s mullet. Now, I know he is half Australian, but there was no way my son was going around looking like some Aussie rules footballer so an hour later, we found a barber. He did a much better job but Sam now sports a shorter hair cut than ever before. It looks great but I must admit, he looks worryingly like a poster boy for the Hitler Youth. I'll post before and after pictures when we can find somewhere to do so.................