As people who've met me will tell you, I am follically challenged - or in other words a right slaphead!
So, I usually keep what hair I've got left cropped right down and simply drive a set of clippers over my head each week and give myself a number 2. For some reason, I've been a bit lax with this for a few weeks and my hair has grown much longer than I like it, to the point where it started getting really irritating - it had to come off!
So there I was in the bathroom this morning running over my bonce with the clippers when the phone rang - it was an early call (just before 8am) from a colleague about some crisis he'd uncovered before a conference call that I was leading at 9am. Right, into my office (I work from home) and start firefighting, then it just turned into one of those days where the phone never stops and you're on the go all the time.
Around 4 pm, there was a little space until the next call was scheduled. Right, I thought, I'll nip down the shop and get something to eat.
It was only when people started looking at me a bit weird that I realised I hadn't finished buzzing my hair off that morning and I still had big old chunky tufts all over my head and a stripe I hadn't done yet...like Baldrick...on a bad hair day!