I hope everyone is well and not been driven totally bonkers yet. I’ve been pretty much on lockdown for almost 2 months now although only the last week or so has been due to the Coronavirus.
I am both well-settled into a routine and a little bored. I’m not too bothered by the virus today and more about the jobs and financial worries I mentioned earlier in the week. I’m enjoying the peace and quiet though.
One of the things I regret doing during my earlier lockdown period was not getting my hair cut. I’m fortunate at the age of 46 to have an absolutely full and quite wild head of hair and still the same colour it was when I was 20. Kind of mid-brown in the winter and lighter in the summer.
As I like being a bit distinct and not following the crowd (especially during a Coronavirus epidemic!) I’ve never really gone in for the modern trend of having really short hair whether for fashion, laziness or hiding the fact one is bald. I have plenty of hair so why would I get rid of what others get sad about losing?
Of course being out walking in London through the winter I deliberately don’t get a hair cut much after Halloween to try and keep warm. Also I can put on a wool hat that covers things if it all gets a bit shaggy looking.
Really I should have got my hair cut in early February but it was a very stormy and unpleasant month and then I and my tube accident happened so I couldn’t go out. Even in early February I was taking precautions about this wretched virus as I didn’t want to risk my chest and so I decided to hold on. A month or more later I am still holding on and I imagine if this continues until May or June then I will emerge looking a cross between Jesus and a Rolling Stone.
Because of the whole not touching your face thing and my house being a mess and combined with not going out, I realised that I now have a beard for the first time in my life. I’ve never had one before. A friend remarked that I looked like a man which was re-assuring I guess.
I thought long and hard over the beard for at least 10 minutes. It was tempting to become a total sloth and regress into some bizarre Shoreditch-hipster type of appearance but that wasn’t me. I always wondered why the trendy folk wanted to look like Islamic terrorists and it would just make my life so much harder the next time I go into Parliament or Buckingham Palace or drive around London. One of the things I have always done is exclaim “Allahu Akbar!” whenever I get through a set of traffic lights with the lights staying green. One of my quirky ways I get through life and London with its maddening crowds. You know you are truly blessed if you can get through the traffic lights in one cycle! But I get that big beards, shouting thanks to God and driving around iconic government buildings isn’t a good look in the current climate.
I was surprised and gladdened that my beard too is totally brown; you see so many sport stars or actors with grey bristles in their 30’s. I guess they may be blessed with money and good lucks but as Prince William found out when he was a teenager, nothing can buy you good hair.
God might have not have blessed me with a good chest, immune system or even the ability to eat food but much to the chagrin of lots of females I know, I have got an abundance of good and natural hair. Not sure it will protect me from the virus though, going to get it cut might have the same effect as Samson of biblical fame only for me it with be Corvid-19.
I did think of dyeing my hair grey so when I finally emerge everyone will be all wondering just how long have I been self-isolated.
So the beard has been shaved off and my hair is ever so slightly longer than it was when the shutdown started, quite a lot longer than when I could have got it cut but decided it was safer not to and considerably longer than it was 2 months ago when I had thought to myself…. it is 3 months since you got your hair cut Stephen… sort it out!
Stay well everyone!