Bad Hair Day
I'm having a bad hair day. To give you an idea, it's been described as a "cross between a monk and a Beatle". Bearing in mind I live in deepest, darkest Chavland (i.e. Essex), it is a crime for my hair to have no gel in it, and to be down rather than spiked up. Today's retorts have included...

(What did you do to your hair?)Were you born with that face, or did you have some sort of horrible accident?

(That looks shit)I may have shit hair, but you're ugly/fat, and my hair will be different tomorrow.

(Whoops, I didn't recognise you. You seem to have gone back in time to the Sixties)At least I have hair (to a balding teacher).

(Heehee, you look so gay [isn't that an original insult?])To a girl mate... Just coz you have one, doesn't mean you have to act like one. She laughed and hit me.

(That looks so terrible) To one of my not so good looking mates - Look, Moss, you have a receding hairline and you're only 16. That's not good. On top of that, what hair you do have is virtually non-existent, being incredibly thin, and you can never do anything with it. You cunt.

I would have carried on, but he was already shocked into silence.

(What happened to your hair?) What happened to your face, fuckface?


Yes, I was inspired by many of the posts on here.
( Detrius521, Fri 30 Apr 2004, 20:09, Reply)