Hair today. . .

Nothing for ages and then two fnords come at once. How's that for a cliché?

Here's the first, which I'm submitting purely for comedy value. It may well go under the heading, "How daft do you think we really are?"
Anyway. To set the scene, I was queueing in the Post Office to send some parcels (yup, I'm a muggins too) when I noticed a box on the counter. On offer, in fact!

Think, if you will, of a proper romantic male hero. He's definitely male and strong, but not so masculine that's he's boorish or insensitive. Imagine him on the side of some Scottish mountain with the wind blowing through his long, wavy hair. Imagine Prince Caspian. In fact, let's have a picture, because I think he's handsome too.



Okay - keep that image in mind of his face and hair (forget the sword) and fade it down to a pale sepia. You've now got the background of the box. In the foreground, to one side and printed a lot more clearly in full colour is the product inside the box.
What could this amazing thing be which uses such an image for its promotion? Could it be shampoo (sensible)? Could it be after-shave (crap, but understandable)? What about moisturizer?

No! It's none of these things. The product in the box is none other than . . . (wait for it, this is good!) . . .

A set of HAIR CLIPPERS!

Fantastic! What a message:

"Be like this guy with his long, wavy hair! Be handsome! Be sensitive yet strong! Get the girls, like in the Movies! All you have to do is. . . shave off all your hair!"

"Your Majesty. We have the perfect cloth for you. So fine that only the truly enlightened and intelligent can see it. People just like you, in fact!"

Love,
Seán