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There's something insidious about loosing your hair. You can see little bits of it falling out in front, but you can't see the top so you think it's alright. You continue to exist in your little 'I'm still pretty hairy' world because no one has that cruelty gene to the extent that they will call you a slaphead until it's obvious, even to you, that the bits disappearing from the front are joining up with the bits that you can't see from the top. In my case things are complicated still further by the fact that some of my hairs are refusing to fall out, instead they continue to sit atop my head, necessitating the occasional cut and comb. All hail the mighty Silvikrin Hair Tonic .

There are those that try to maintain that Silvikrin hair tonic was merely charlatan's potion and that it had no real effect upon the human bonce, but I think that my little flag wavers up there and the fact that more and more people are getting balder quicker younger these days proves that the mighty little bottle did indeed have secret mystery resorative powers no longer availble to man.

Alas the mighty super-gro food for the head and the hair that should grow upon it is no more, and thus it was that I went to buy a new car.

I may not have mentioned this lately, but my mother had problems with her old car, especially in hot weather, which we've had quite a lot of recently, so my sister and her husband rather generously offered to buy her a new one and last wednesday they came around to take us out to look at a few garages. It looked slightly overcast outside and the thought of taking a hat/cap with me never entered my head (More evidence, were it needed, of the damage being done to my upper extremety by the lack of any kind of hair-assistor-stuff). Naturally the sun came out, in spades.

As soon as we stepped out of the first showroom to wander around the yard I knew I was going to be in trouble. It felt really silly walking around looking at cars with my hands over my head but they were the only protection I had, so I wandered around looking like a prisoner-of-war trying to make sensible evaluations of over-priced second hand transportation that I could hardly see for the sun reflecting off their super-polished outer shells.

The second salesroom was a bit better, it had lots of trees that I could stand under while I pretended to analyse the array of features spread before me in the guize of everyday cars. Alas, we drew another blank. Even 2nd hand cars it seemed were now out of our price range. Then on our way to the third "Previously used vehicles" venue we spotted a garage with lots of price signs on the cars parked outside. We stopped to look. The prices were just so much better...

It was now just turned mid day, internet standard time, which meant that the sun was at it's zenith as we wandered around the lot looking at car after car. The guy doing the selling thought I might be interested in a nice red Mazda sports (Vroom vroom...) which indeed I was, I like the sound of Mazda engines. Where other engines tick over the Mazda hums. There was a problem though. Only the driver's seat was fully adjustable, and mum couldn't see over the dash. Salesmanguy's suggestion that she could use a big cushion didn't go down too well with me. For over one and a half thou' I don't expect to have to buy a cushion.

So we looked at other cars, and others, and more others, and all the time the sun was beating down upon my poor old achin' head.

Bottom line, when we finally got home I was in pain. I splashed water all over my head, several times, then smothered it in aftersun cream, a few hours later I went to bed.

Yesterday I awoke and my head had gone crisp. It was dry and hurt like mad if I tried to flex the skin at all. I spent the day complaining about it.

Today I looked at myself in the mirror. I have a bright red head. A bright red head that looks really silly. A bright red head that looks really silly and hurts.

Where's the Silvikrin hair tonic when you need it?