I was returning home on Friday afternoon when I saw something astonishing. I can’t quite recall where I’d been, but that isn’t relevant to the story. It is strange, though. Well, let’s hope that I hadn’t been engaged in anything nefarious, because “I don’t remember” isn’t going to sit too well in a court of law. Perhaps I should explain that I had taken the day off, so my brain was understandably on holiday as well.
Anyway, I was returning home – from somewhere – and just as I pulled alongside the Dutch Reformed church on Waterloo Road, I saw a pedestrian heading in the direction of Wynberg Military Base. The remarkable thing was the pedestrian’s hairstyle. Imagine, if you will, that Sonic the hedgehog said to himself, “Screw the mohawk, I’m going for something really way out this time”. It appeared to be a cross between a static model of a hand-grenade explosion and a particularly vicious sea-urchin.
This was more of a hair-don’t than a hair-do. How on earth do you sleep in something like that? Clearly this person is celibate or single (or both), because there is no way anyone could get intimate with her without losing an eye. I’ve heard of using mace to protect your virtue, but I’ve never heard of actually turning your head into one to achieve the same purpose.