

Beaucaire, France
Good news: I am still alive. And so I live to tell the tale, of how a soccer game almost ended my life.
It has been at least seven weeks, and likely much longer, since I last had a haircut, and it was driving me mad. Not that I was starting to look like a hippy, but it's the fluff at the back of your neck that gets to you more than anything else. It catches on your collar, itches, and as it rubs it is a constant and annoying remjnder that you are OVERDUE for a h...