i've always been quite aware of my appearance.

i think it goes back to the time when i was a tall, spotty, oiky youth with acne and national health glasses - the sort of grungy looks that would get me a place in an indie band now, i reckon.
gradually, i think i got better looking as time rolled by, and i actually thought i was a pretty cool dude when i got beyond forty.
huh - i was definitely not at home to mister ageing.  and i felt quite proud when people told me i was improving with age.

but now i find i'm peering at myself in the mirror a bit longer.
maybe it's the short sightedness.
but i've been tempted by one or two male cosmetics.
i haven't given in yet.

fortunately, i spotted a bloke last week, obviously younger than me, wearing the worst toupee i have ever seen. he was desperate to look younger and instead he just made himself look like a prat.

that helped.

i have decided to look my age.
i won't dye my hair, i won't grow a pony tail to make up for the fact that my hair won't grow so much on top any more...

i might wear sunglasses and a baseball cap more often though.