Hair

Yesterday saw the most exciting development in our tour so far: a photograph of me towering above the Royal Mile on a stepladder was printed in the Guardian.

Sure, it was taken from behind. Sure, it wasn't the Telegraph. Sure, they didn't actually mention our show... But my hair, in all its false red glory, was like a resplendant beacon above the crowded street, eye catching and impressive - a treat indeed for Guardian readers.

I just went to get my hair cut, actually. But as I neared the hairdresser I experienced a sinking feeling the likes of which I haven't felt since games lessons at school. I couldn't go through with it.

It's too long. I need to get it cut. But I look like a cover model for Vogue and I like it.

Meanwhile, Fest have finally printed a review for our show (alas, only online), it can be found here.

Finally, many congratulations from all of us at the Uncertainty Division to Alex Horne (see my previous entry) for his much-deserved nomination for a Perrier Best Newcomer Award.