Blasted helmet hair!
Another annoying aspect of not being able to use public transport and having to cycle everywhere is that I turn up to every meeting with helmet-hair. I'm a bit precious about my hair - you have to be when you start losing it and you know it is only a matter of time before you are utterly bereft of it altogether.
For those of you who are unfamiliar with this concept, it is what happens when you wear a cycle helmet for a length of time, and then take it off at the end of the journey to discover that you have tufts of hair sticking up where they were poking up through the vents in the helmet and are now cemented in position with dried sweat. You can see a good example in the picture - though it isn't me.
No matter how much you try and brush, comb, or pull your hair back into some semblance of normality it insists on staying that way until you wash it. These are, of course, the idle ramblings of a vain man, but it has made me think: how on earth you get your hair cut if you are a Living Ghost?