On the bus to the junction this morning, there was a guy with hair that looked like it had been removed from Christopher Walken's sleeping body and surgically fitted to this man's scalp.
It's not as if I have a problem with Walken or his hair; I don't. I even love Walken as an actor.
But his hair is his, and short of trying to be just like him, having a Walken doo makes you look like such a total toss because you're obviously not Christopher Walken.
Unless you are in which case you're completely fine.
With this guy, it looked as though he was trying to maintain what was left off his youthful follicles by shouting to the heavens in the highest rooftop hairdresser with "I WANT TO LOOK LIKE HIM!!!" and then pointing at a picture of Christopher Lambert's long hair from Mortal Kombat. The maniacal hairdresser just shrugs and with a sinister grin, his lispy lips say "Okay, but I dun believe you have the hair for it. Flowing locks, you need flowing locks,"
Realising his mistake, Walken-hair exclaims wildly shouting "No, no! Not that!"
He desperately grapples a DVD release of Balls Of Fury and aside for confusion as to why someone would rent this, the hairdresser does what he's told and Walken-hair is born.