Not quite fashion/scruffiness, but on Tuesday I saw the man with the wrongest wig in the world, for the third time. As with the previous occasions, it was at the Japanese Embassy. It's a toupe really. He clearly bought it many years ago, when it's thick shock of luxuriant brown hair presumably made some kind of sense. But things have changed.
So now we have the top of his head covered in thick brown hair. But the bald patch has grown, so after that, hardly covered by the hair sort of brushed over it, is a think strip of skin, followed by thin and wispy grey hair. Actually, he'd repositioned it this time, moving it back some so it just about joined up at the back, but making it look even weirder at the front, where the thick brown hair springs up suddenly an inch or two farther back than could ever be right.
I don't say anything to him, of course, but I have noticed I am not alone in staring.
― Martin Skidmore (Martin Skidmore), Thursday, 20 November 2003 20:39 (twenty-two years ago)