Tug

Well, there's a tricky word. A world of slightly off-colour avenues present themselves. I shall not go there.

I have been having problems with my forelock though. Not because I'm tugging it too much, but simply because it likes to turn to sponge during the course of the day. It doesn't matter what product I use or how expensive my conditioner it, but I end up looking like I've been the target in some sort of circus game of "throw the sponge at the smug twat". I hope someone somewhere has been rewarded with a big cuddly stuffed jelly fish for their efforts. In the meanwhile, I'm putting on a hat and hoping not to meet any members of the aristocracy.