I finally got round to getting my hair cut too….it was becoming a bit of an angry mullet so I had no choice really, it had to go.  I wandered round town looking for the best place, and ended up going to a place closer to home than I thought, it ’s literally on the way into Shavington from my abode (I could have walked!)…anyways, a very nice young lady cut my hair for me, fighting through the layers of industrial strength gel I’ve had to use - but I am glad to report she made it out alive…well done!  The place is called “Hairporium”.

I think as a result of having my hair cut I am probably a stone and a half lighter but that would just be wishful thinking…