The Unintended Homage

I hate getting haircuts. Even in the US, I always felt stupid when people asked how I wanted it cut. Because I honestly didn't know, or didn't know how to tell them.

At the same time, I learned the hard way not to let them run rampant with the scissors by saying "However you think it would look best."

Why do hairdressers always have some of the worst hair styles you've ever seen?

So add to this the idea of trying to get a haircut in another language, and you can see how this quickly risks devolving into farce.

Which I have learned the hard way.

On a different but related note...

I take a lot of guff from people for being a Nick Cheung Kar Fai fan. Reactions range from laughter to disbelief to being insulted.

To which I say, go pound sand. He's funny, acts well, and scared the sh*t out of me when he ate that spoon in Election. 

So there I was, sitting in the chair in a hair place, reading Milk magazine while I waited on the stylist (kill me for saying that). There were some stories and adverts for Connected, the current Louis Koo/Nick Cheung movie.

Sadly, what I wanted for my hair was exactly what Nick's hair looked like:

Irish weddings rock! We got hammered and kicked the sh*t out of each other!

Erin go bragh, you f@#$s!!! When the stylist asked how I wanted it cut, I...

It's so hard to say...

I pointed to Nick Cheung.

Is there a more fanboy gesture? Especially one so unintended? Oh, the shame...

At least I got the haircut I wanted.

And so far no one has told me I look like Nick Cheung.