Maths is love.

I had a haircut today, it’s about time too really my hair had got very long but I hadn’t gone as a mixture of having been ordered to by my dad and the fact that conversation with the man who cuts my hair is the most awkward thing of which I know.

I also have pangs of regret about doing it, I can’t sing “I’ll be your long-haired lover from Liverpool” and be at least half right for instance which I consider to be a marked disadvantage.

Sorry for treating you all to a hair ramble, I’m not sure what came over me.