..seem to remember a similar thread recently, which started with a damn similar picture. Let me see "Were you almost cool for a moment?" I think it was called. But thankfully thats not actually a picture of yourself though is it Gordon?
How to wear a toupee (inconspicuously) Alas the photo is only b/w but imagine the same colour as Robert Redford's 'hair'
THE CROWDS, unlike Stanshall's hair, were getting thicker, as he struggled to clip the ill-fitting toupee into position. The result was pleasing: the wrong colour, the wrong texture, the wrong style! Turner couldn't stop grinning as the two of them strolled knowingly towards the platform, drawing glances as they went. They boarded a train travelling South and Stanshall sat himself down while his friend chose to stand some distance away. People had already begun to notice the strange and badly thatched gentleman reading a paper when he started feeling in his pockets for his glasses. He then proceeded to open them and push them behind his ears - an action which simultaneously dislodged the toupee. A few of the chaps opposite started to look puzzled. One began to cup a grin in his hand. Stanshall remained seemingly oblivious to his plight, the toupee by now hanging down his neck like a badly designed missionary bun, attached only by a single clip.
The next move was to suddenly realise the loss and discreetly replace it without drawing attention. While raising the paper to above eye level with his left hand Stanshall grasped the fallen toupee with his right and dragged it back over his head. Grins were bursting out all around, only to be met by Stanshall's accusing glare with the re-emerged toupee uncomfortably slewed across his scalp. Continuing to make the very aware passengers embarrassed at what they'd witnessed, he clumsily and noisily searched through his bags and then drew out a cap which he jammed on top of the unreliable hair piece in a similar act of secrecy. "I didn't know thev were supposed to fall off" blurted one laughing office worker to his friend as they waited to alight. Another chap who had noticed Turner's stifled grins came up to him as he left the train. "I wish I'd have had my camera with me" he chortled.
Déjà vu
..seem to remember a similar thread recently, which started with a damn similar picture. Let me see "Were you almost cool for a moment?" I think it was called. But thankfully thats not actually a picture of yourself though is it Gordon?
He's in danger there
of turning into Donald Trump.
Can't imagine where I've seen that look before...
Glasses, grey-ish gingery hair, nicely pressed shirt and suit...
The Brian Sewell of Rock Journalism?
Sorry, please excuse me. I got to stop this. It's like some kind of Tourette Syndrome that seems to come over me round these parts.
That photo has something of the
1970's trade union leader about it - complete with pointy finger.
"'Appen that this dispute won't be resolved until the management improve their offer to at least 3 Richard Thompson albums per employee"
Clifford T Ward?
Alright, everybody out!
or Vroomfondle and Magicthighs
"We want it off, and we want it off now!"
"And another thing...
All shop stewards to have the use of t'company Bentley. After all, nothing's too good for the common man."
Sorry. Couldn't resist ;-)
From the NME Viv Stanshall's guide to practical jokes
How to wear a toupee (inconspicuously) Alas the photo is only b/w but imagine the same colour as Robert Redford's 'hair'
THE CROWDS, unlike Stanshall's hair, were getting thicker, as he struggled to clip the ill-fitting toupee into position. The result was pleasing: the wrong colour, the wrong texture, the wrong style! Turner couldn't stop grinning as the two of them strolled knowingly towards the platform, drawing glances as they went. They boarded a train travelling South and Stanshall sat himself down while his friend chose to stand some distance away. People had already begun to notice the strange and badly thatched gentleman reading a paper when he started feeling in his pockets for his glasses. He then proceeded to open them and push them behind his ears - an action which simultaneously dislodged the toupee. A few of the chaps opposite started to look puzzled. One began to cup a grin in his hand. Stanshall remained seemingly oblivious to his plight, the toupee by now hanging down his neck like a badly designed missionary bun, attached only by a single clip.
The next move was to suddenly realise the loss and discreetly replace it without drawing attention. While raising the paper to above eye level with his left hand Stanshall grasped the fallen toupee with his right and dragged it back over his head. Grins were bursting out all around, only to be met by Stanshall's accusing glare with the re-emerged toupee uncomfortably slewed across his scalp. Continuing to make the very aware passengers embarrassed at what they'd witnessed, he clumsily and noisily searched through his bags and then drew out a cap which he jammed on top of the unreliable hair piece in a similar act of secrecy. "I didn't know thev were supposed to fall off" blurted one laughing office worker to his friend as they waited to alight. Another chap who had noticed Turner's stifled grins came up to him as he left the train. "I wish I'd have had my camera with me" he chortled.
I thought
Frankie Howard's wig was buried with him