It's late and I'm tired but I'm jotting something down because it's been a while since a self-indulgent rambling and I know how you all rely on it so.
Just got home from a 50th birthday party of a friend of family. Not my family, New-Thom-With-An-H's family.
Good fun but passed unremarkably. Did get a question from the man-of-the-hour's neice though. She looked at me and said "are you a writer or a singer?".
"What makes you ask that?", I replied.
"I don't know, I guess it's the indi haircut".
I've been typecast for my inability to get to a barber.
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