please empty your brain below

I'd tell you a wig shop tale but it's too long. Suffice to say I was there long enough to witness a group of three Asian lads attempting to enter without being seen so that they could pick up their consignment of half a dozen black toupees (to send to relatives abroad - they were claiming).

Many years ago while only in my first week of working as a Bus Conductor on route 38 I was heading along the top deck of a very busy Routemaster, (at this point in my career I had not yet remembered that you should always keep your elbows as near to your sides as possible) when only three rows from the front of the bus my right elbow caught the top of a passengers head, I knocked his wig clean off and it landed in the lap of a woman sitting in front of him, she screamed, he jumped up and grabbed it and placed it very hurriedly back on the top of his head, needless to say it was not replaced in its correct position, I turned to apologise to him whilst out of the corner of my eye I realised that the remainder of the bus passengers where all laughing and giggling, I had to try and keep a straight face and wait until I was back downstairs before I could break into a fit of hysterics.

In the long term, start stalking the suspected wig-wearer, whilst simultaneously encouraging him to take an interest in swimming. At some stage they'd head to the pool and BINGO.

I saw this happen on Grange Hill, so it is an entirely possible outcome.

One has to be careful about that "distinct layered dividing line...round the rear of the head" test.

When I started going grey, I first developed a very nice band of grey right round the back of my head. Its not too uncommon a phenomenon as far as I can tell.

I love spotting a bad syrup.

I saw a spectacular comb over on the bus a couple of days ago. It started at the back of the mans head and was almost level with the bottom of his earlobes. I couldn't look away.

Used to drink in the BBC bar on Langham Street, and had great fun playing this whenever Terry Wogan came in.

LOL! Should your readers ever accidentally find themselves in Tenerife DG, then this game can be played at the Restaurante Monteverde in the mountains on the north of the island. The ill-fitting rug in question is well obvious even at a casual glance and care must be taken with comments while snickering, 'coz the guy also speaks both English and German.

What I don't understand is why any man in his right mind would think he looks better with a wig when 99\\% of the population look at him and think "look at that daft bugger with a wig on". Mind you, if someone produced an "ironic mullet" wig, I might consider it. But only when visiting Shoreditch.

Ps Not strictly wigs but pretty fantastic all the same www.hatsofmeat.com

shame on you all ... this is the first dg post that i have read that has been unkind to anyone (politicians/local govt/chavs apart, but they dont count)... no! its not just a bit of fun ... it's unworthy of you dg ... i hope your blog isnt going to become one of those smirking smug self-satisfied etc.
Time for a diversity awareness course, methinks.

I'm backing k here: it's the first DG post that has not only NOT induced a smile but has furrowed my brow with distress at uncharacteristic meanness. Why such cruel 'sport'? Where's your empathy and pity?

KE

I'm surprised that we're talking about wigs and no-one has mentioned Donald Trump and his infamous rug. It is funny how some wig-wearers think that the rug completely conceals their baldness.

Ooh, I wonder if DG is getting a bit thin on top, and is thinking of getting a wig, but is so embarrassed about his strange desire, that he has to make fun of wig-wearers. Seems a bit cruel, I agree.

I knew it.

I agree. This was a slightly offensive post. I would, however, urge all those offended to keep their hair on.

how many meetings have you suffered through this week?

Genius DG. Genius. Simply genius
Love it.
C xx

I had an English lecturer who had a very obvious wig. Unfortunately at the time we were studying a play (I think by Ibsen) that contained a character called Hedwig. I was asked to read and I could see the word crawling up the page to me. Just as I had to say it he caught my eye and I had to contain laughing along with all the other students. It was impossible. I ended up snorting and sliding under the table. Everyone was in hysterics.

Morale - wigs are not all bad.











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