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Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose.


Here is a photograph of Henry's mop of hair taken last Sunday. As you can see, he looks like a Rolling Stone, or some other kind of long haired layabout. To cut a long story short, he needed a haircut. So he had a haircut.

In order to construct a good sense of anticipation, I've instructed the robot to place an embargo on publishing the photos until nineteen hundred hours (19:00, or 7 pm Australian Eastern Daylight Time). That is five (5) hours from now. If anyone can guess which celebrity hairstyle best matches his new haircut, you will win a prize.

I have linked back to previous before and after photographs for your perusal. Revisit the heady days of December '08 (before and after); August '08 here; and February '08 here.

It’s like your very own time machine.

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Anonymous said…
I say grow it long, tie it up in a braid and change his name to Steppenwolf
25 February 2009 at 15:45
EG CameraGirl said…
Ha! Poor Henry. He has lovely hair but I bet it gets knotted when he's playing. Just don't have it shaved off. ;-)
25 February 2009 at 15:57
KL said…
Oh Darn! I missed the prize :-P by not visiting your blog yesterday.
25 February 2009 at 22:13
Kris McCracken said…
Pasadenaadjacent.com, he was Born to be Wild.

That said, I think that the song The Pusher is the best drug dealer song going around...
26 February 2009 at 15:22
Kris McCracken said…
EGTG, it gets a bit much when he is blowing all the time because it is in his eyes!
26 February 2009 at 15:23
Kris McCracken said…
KL, it was a really good prize too. Three weeks with Henry!
26 February 2009 at 15:23
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