I finally wake up at 12:49 Saturday afternoon with rodents roaming inside me. That's right, one in my head scratching away at my skull and the other deep in my stomach pushing whatever alcohol was left right into my chest. I was chanting my 'I'll never drink again' song, though it seems to dissolve away with my next drink (on Sunday). Like clockwork I then think someone spiked my drink because it's beyond comprehension how two glasses and one half would cause such devastation. I dread to think that my aging has a place in the equation and finally put it down to drinking only water, green tea and lemon & Ginger tea for the last year (alcoholic, fizzy and juice drinks on a very irregular basis) no fibs. Therefore it must be the alcohol irritating my pure body (excuse me while I fool myself). So anyway, I look over on my camera and I'm still shocked at my own appearance, glad for the change nonetheless... You see, Friday night was my introduction of my Grace Jones-esque hair to the world at night, it was shocked but generally receptive. Now you can understand why wherever I am, the words Grace and Jones most certainly appear. It might even explain my alcoholic over indulgence! 

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Say Bonjour to B. L. Baracus - Better Looking Baracus, Bryan (his real name) Baracus for short straight out of the 80's A Team only not choked in gold or excessive face hair. However, the little imp in me would like at least one heavy duty gold chaps but then the neo Baracus wouldn't really be more than an impersonator. Oh no this isn't a throwback, go away with that, it's a neatly finished comeback! I screamed, jumped and hugged then did the same in reverse for nothing but my love for his strip fro. He got me thinking, men have been terribly shifted what with the limited scope of garments (not even a hairy mole or pimple on the face of ladieswear) but B. L. Baracus has highlighted that hair is the view from that prison window... The one thing men are able to use to escape the confines of limited apparel.

It's all in the hair they say and this not only applies to the fairer but to the three legged people and more so are they using this conduit to reach style far out of reach from the norm. Hair is a level playing ground now, an allowance for possibilities without fear of reprisal or question of sexuality. In fact tresses are no longer a feminine term. When you think about it, how many men do you know that may possibly have better hair than you? Now, that said this do really is the albino of the Sudanese family. Mohawks are played to point of penalty but this is a refreshing take on a tired and middle aged hairdo. An afro slash mini high top slash afro mohawk slash partial baldness. B. L. Baracus Je l'aime. This is the only photo I managed to get before my battery died oh :(, but even looking into his eyes reminds me of something like the word 'Mustapha' and the hyena trio in the Lion King. Shivers! But with happy goosebumps.

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