In Australia, September is our March. That is to say, March winds happen in September here, and to be honest, I’ll be glad to see the end of it. I haven’t found anyone who likes wind. Well, maybe windmill owners. But I expect even they have had enough.
The wind blows things over. And away. And off. My house is surrounded on all sides by tall gum trees. The wind rips off bark and drapes it most unattractively in all the wrong places. Not to mention the branches. I could go on… But I won’t. At least not about the gum trees.
I want to talk about a more serious matter. Some of you, generally of the male persuasion, will know what is coming. Yes, I’m talking about the comb-over, and what this windy month must mean to you. I’m guessing many of you simply take the month off and stay indoors. If not, Please Do.
Sure, the rest of us enjoy the odd snicker or two at the beginning of the season, but trust me, by week two we’ve had enough. It starts to tear at our heart strings; we have to avert our eyes. We feel your pain. I don’t know what to tell you to do. Clearly hats are not the answer–they’re among the things that blow off and away. So what do you do about your do? Might I suggest, just quietly, that you don’t. I’m just saying…
By the way. I discovered an interesting fact about the comb-over: did you know that a particular version of it has been patented? Yes, indeed. It involves three separate blocks (locks?) of hair being combed over, as illustrated below.
This variant of the comb over was patented in 1977 in the US (US Patent 4,022,227)
Do not try this at home. Please.
I’m not including it here with any intention of encouraging its application. Heaven forbid. I just found it interesting and thought I’d shair it with you. sorry
Now I’ve lost my strand of thought, so this will have to cover it for now.
As Fred Dagg used to say, “I’ll get outa your hair now.” MM
PS: Donald Trump, our thoughts are with you.