Bloody Hair
Tonight I struck my head against the underside of an iron stair, thereby occasioning the flow of rather a surprising amount of blood from my scalp. Eventually it stopped, and now my hair is caked with it. Interesting, the colour is exactly that of red-died black or brown hair, as is to be found in certain subcultures. From now on, I shall ever think they look as though they’ve hair filthy and matted with gore when I see them.
