Retinue of Fashionable Un-Dead Butlers

View from runway

Gen and the Princess

 On Sunday I went to "Wild Life" salon, where they bleached the fuck out of my hair for free.

I needed a haircut, and they needed a model who would let them do anything they wanted.

On Monday I had the opportunity to walk on a runway looking out to the harbor bridge and opera house.

My hairstylist, Gen, had the idea that with my "crown" of blue fringe I was the archetypal prince and her other model a fairytale princess - several tales woven into her six meters of extensions.

I dominated the catwalk and Gen won first place for my cut and colour, 2nd for the avant-garde princess-do, and apprentice of the year. I was so proud.

Selfie of new haircut

Sunday evening I went to the city to meet with a stranger and go skinny-dipping in the ocean in the rain. I was drawn there by glowing blue gnomes from some sort of spirit realm, saying they needed a freelance-shaman such as myself.

 I mentioned that I may be unrecognizable on account of the new hair, and was responded to with: "You would be hard to miss with your retinue of winged-primate familiars and fashionable un-dead butlers." The first thing I noticed about the stranger were his booze-fueled pirate swagger, laser eyes and robo-legs. We've
    been friends ever since.