How about the Dolly Parton Wig Collection?

Worst hair day for me: late 80's, Los Angeles, at a very fashionable salon. (Read: the hairdressers could afford the best coke.) Mixing my potion up to make my hair golden brown, they screwed up the formula. On it went, cap and under the dryer. Instead of coming out blond it was...a sort of purple never seen before, either in nature or at a place like Dupont Colors. Ended up with an emergency crew cut that still, after corrective dyes, glowed a sickly midnight sort of purple.

l've been trying to talk my 20 year old niece into getting a `monk' style haircut, but l still haven't managed to convince her yet.

in my punk phase ( a bit later, mid 80's) nor me neither my mates ever ventured into the egg territory. however, we used sugarwater aka. a lots of sugar melted with hot water. got yer spikes up all right, but was damn sticky when sweating or in rain. those really into it used moustache wax, pain in the arse to wash off. not that many punks ever washed themselves though. i can still remember the smell in finnish punk gigs: a mixture of sweat, leather, paint, cigarettes, dope, stale garlic and sorbus breath (sorbus being a cheap strong wine favoured by punks, winos & other misfits) and moustache wax.

I envy anyone with enough hair to have one

My hairstyle is called 'The Remington'...

Even a #2 crop begins to look patchy after a week or so, and the grey 'wings' come to the fore.

re. vice magazine: every time i bother to open the rag i want to grab the c--ts who are responsible and give them a class a severe beating, which, i think they really deserve. the whole mag reeks of spoiled middle class mall rat brat attitude.