Well... you end up with a much shorter haircut than you anticipated or even perhaps wanted. 
In preparation for my annual international youth work camp in the former prisoner of war camp Zeithain (and am I not this year appropriately hair dressed?) I thought I just give myself a little trim.
I got my hair trimmer, put on clipper no 2 on (7mm) and everything went hunkey dorey. I then took the clipper off to trimm the bit over the ears (always a tricky bit) and when everything was done I put the trimmer down.
I started to run my bath and when I looked up in the mirror I noticed a bit I missed when trimming my hair and automaticcally reached for the trimmer to cut the missed bit off.
No sooner did I realise that I did not put the clipper back on when I looked at a rather longish stripe of no-hair in the middle of otherwise perfectly trimmed hair on my head.
A few frozen moments later, and some wild imaginations of how possibly to rectify the situation that would involve not cutting off the rest of my hair as well I reached for the trimmer again ... and soon after the deed was done.
If ever I wanted to know how I would look once my hair would start to falling out, I now have a fairly good idea. Of course, the little bit of self respect in me said that I could pretend when others would comment, which they undoubtedly would do, that is was a the result of a lost bet... or that it was a friend who got it wrong... that I actually wanted the haircut because I had joined the Royal Marines...
But in the end that would just be silly, I never loose bets.
And after all, it will grow back.
Well, and of course there is also some good... like... grey hair, what grey hair?
