● WOW! The Jane Tanner made-up sightings that were dismissed 6 years ago... have
been dismissed!
● WOW! The bloke who said he saw Gerry carrying a child at 10pm made an eFit that
looks like Gerry!
● WOW! They're concentrating on after 10:00 because... um... well, no-one saw
Maddy after 5pm, so it's likely she went missing after 10pm (eh?)
● WOW! They're looking for them people "lurking about" - you know, them ones what
turned out to be locals and tourists minding their own business? They're looking for
them. Again.
● WOW! "We're not the ones that have done something wrong here. It's the
person who's gone into that apartment and taken a little girl away from her
family."...
...as opposed to those who abandoned their toddlers, leaving them in an (un)locked
room (depending on version of story) away from their family to go off boozing all night...
● etc, etc...
Anyhoo, I won't dwell on that, for there is far more importance at hand.
To whit; My Follicle Of Seagulls crainial display!
So, on Sat, My Sister redesigned my flowing locks into a 1980s plumage that people wished they had a photygraph of (or just something to remind them) so they wouldn't spend their lives just wishing.
So, last night, it was hair choppage time! yay! And the sexy siren with the scissors and dougnuts in her hair had a play, and trained Xym in perfecting the group of avian seafarers coiffure.
And lo, it was celebrated!
Until I made it me profile picture, and then it all went downhill :(
20 likes! TWENTY LIKES for me barnet...
...and a few dissenters...
For once, no universal appraisal of one's brilliant barnet!
"I. Don't. Like. It."
"It's not you"
"I want my old Xym back!"
"You am a twat"
"You look like a miserable moody EMO. And a twat."
"What THE FUCK DO you look like?"
"Pretties won't look at you with hair like THAT" (Yeah, like it makes a difference to the current queue of quim with a penchant for a corpulent fat old gothboy with preposterous hair, ludicrous shades and ridiculous 'tash lining up for a shot at The Xym!). Well, anything's possible. Apart from Pretties taking a liking to The Xym. That's impossible.So, one will now have to revert to one's old stylee. Or cover it with an outlandish hat.
But what's this? My Office Pretty, my Beloved of the Thigh High Boots Of Stompiness was expecting my follicle forestry to be all Mike Scorey, and it's all vertical as usual!
Well, what a Pretty wants, a Pretty gets!
So, tweak, pull, lift, curl, tug and...
...yay! A Flock Of Seagulls in the office for my Sultry Siren! At least someone loves me. Well, my hair, anyways...
Oh well, "Haterz gonna hate", I believe is the popular parlance amongst da yoof of today is.
♪ It's not the way Xym looks
It's not the way that Xym smiles
Although there's something to them
It's not the way Xym has his hair
Xym has a certain style
He could wear that with you
If you had a photograph of Xym
Or something to remind you
You wouldn't spend your life just fisting
He don't wear make-up
Have you seen the way that Xym dance?
It's not the evening sky
It's more the way his eyes
Are hiding behing shades
Across his great fat face
If you had a photograph of Xym
Or something to remind you
You wouldn't spend your life just fisting ♫
or something.
