[Big Joe]

Oh thank you Margaret. Just a thought. I got my hair cut today as I'm away for a couple of weeks so have to look my best. Anyway I go to this really cool trendy barbers. Now cool and trendy is what barbers used to be like. Remember Kemp and Smiths on Manchester Road well its that kind of thing. Anyway as I am the oldest thing in there apart for the retro furniture (should say at this point I go because Jo (female) my lady barber does the best haircut this side of the Hiroshima scorch mark ) But I digress. A group of other customers lads in their early twenties were all talking about going to India for a hair transplant as it costs only wait for this £2000 as opposed to £8000 in the UK. Now its strange how many young people are losing their hair in their twenties so methinks there is something in the water now that wasn't around when I was younger. However I digress again. So at this point I chip in to the conversation offering some sage advice passed onto me by my dad which he got from our neighbour who was as bald as a coot. To avoid the embarrassment of buying and wearing a bad wig and to save money our neighbour would draw rabbits all over his bald head because from a distance they looked like Hares.