On reflection.

Back at the house an lookin in the mirror, this is better, too right, a number one all over; that solves ma problem ah had earlier on.

See, ah look at people in the street wi a hairdo like a monks or tryin the old comb over trick. It makes me sick. Ah don’t want that happinin tae me, an sure as its happinin.

Sometimes ah try an forget aboot it and grow the stuff, but all it takes is walkin by a mirror in the Saint James’s center, an catchin a glimpse o ma self. That’ll do it an have me headin for the nearest pub, the Basement Bar in Broughton Street usually dose the trick, no mirrors in there.