In all my 57 years of life, there has been something which never crossed my mind to do, or even contemplate....
Many a times over the years I was at loggerheads with my ex about her dreadful habit of not wanting to grow gracefully old with silvery strands on her head....
Every couple of weeks or so she went through the rigmarole of colouring her hair, and more often than not, spend ridiculous amounts of hard earned money on disreputable haidressers suffering with terminal colour blindness....
Today I succumbed to Jets request to let her "do" the little hair that I still possess...
I still don't know the result as I haven't washed the foul stuff off my head yet...
But I shall do in due course, and if you don't see me around it will mean that I will be hanging from the Grosvenor bridge in Chester......
With a bungee rope, as I don't think that once is enough....

Bye cruel world.........