Woke up this morning with a sore head, the taste of stale lager in my mouth.. and a huge bald patch on the side of my head.
After a few minutes of confusion I remembered to my horror that in a moment of divine inspiration last night that it would be good to administer unto myself a hair cut with my flatmate's beard trimmer. Mostly it turned out OK I guess except for the fact that the hair on one side of my head is longer than the other, and the back is about seven different lengths. The top looks grand though.
Luckily I don't have to see my parents for another couple of weeks and university has mostly broken up for the summer. Now I just need to hope the baldness has grown out by the time I go with my girlfriend (who thinks I'm a plonker for doing this) to see her parents...