Me dads always had an around a number 3 all over and for some reason started getting me mam to do it for him.
Anyway one night just as he was going to his pals 50th, going back 25years here, he gets me mam to give his head a shave, alls going well and she takes the number 3 or 4 off to square up the back and shave some grey neck hair, next thing she notices a long bit she’d missed on the top of his dome, forgetting she’d took the guard off walloped a big stripe back to front right through the centre of his head.
He hit the roof, I told him that the stripe would grow back double quick to catch the rest of his hair up and told him nobody would notice as the 50th would be dark.
Anyway as soon as we stepped in the pisstaking started, someone said, didn’t know you was in to the Prodigy Jim.
You probably had to be there but still makes me piss.