Don that hairshirt

I decided several weeks ago that I would only cut my hair once Waterford were out of the All-Ireland. So here, like a Neapolitan shanty town reduced to a pile of post-Vesuvian ash, are my folicles. Tread softly, for you tread on my dreams.

Hair, August 2007

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