
How clearly I remember the first time superfluous hair ruled, and ruined, my life. It was a sunny day, I was 13 and my parents had planned a day trip to the beach at Frinton.
I was thrown into a panic. I locked myself in the
I waited the requisite 20 minutes or so, various brothers and sisters hammering on the bathroom door wondering what on earth I was doing, before I could at last wield my tiny wooden spatula and scrape all the gloop off, revealing the bald and so-much-better me beneath. (the rest of the text is bellow after pics)
...and all others, why not ?











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