Howard was living with me in my second Stamford Hill flat in 1997. I had given myself a haircut, chopping a huge head of hair down to a half inch. I placed all of the hair back on top of my head and went down to the street. I feigned panic, as I stood in the middle of the road before the busy bus stop there, and pulled clumps of hair from my head which were caught by the wind. The passive onlookers couldn't have cared less.
It sounds rubbish, and it probably was, but, at the time, we thought that it looked good on the video that Howard filmed.
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