Is It Worth It In Worthing?

I’m tired today. I blame the very comfy bed and yummy breakfast. I felt satisfied and wanted to sleep another night in that bed. Alas! I had to leave, and sadly, I said goodbye to sweet my boy: Max.

It was a four train hop to Worthing and was it ever worth it. What a gorgeous day!

Pretty bloody lovely.

Pretty bloody lovely.

Along the way through London, I was dragging my sorry behind and 10,000 lbs of luggage from train platform down to the Tube subway station when I saw this:

How???!!!! How could this have happened?

How???!!!! How could this have happened?

Am I crazy to think this worthy of notice?

I’m not sure if you can see how small this lost- or discarded- hairpiece is, but it would be too small to fit a grapefruit. As for its origins, it will forever be a mystery to me. That being said I still couldn’t stop wondering about the person who lost it.

Was someone late for a job interview and not notice it fly off their head? Did some old chap doff his cap to a lady and not feel it slipped away like Sauran’s Ring? Was it placed there as part of a social experiment to see how long it would take for someone to blog about it? Did someone photograph me taking a photograph of it and adding it to their blog?

At least when you see this



you know backstory is pretty obvious: “Oh sweetie! Well that’s the end of that one. Just like you father losing is hairpiece. We’ll get you another one.”


I arrived at the hotel with a headache.

Get out of my head.

Get out of my head.

But there was no time for that. Off to the theatre we went.

This is the theatre I’m at tonight:

Pavilion Theatre Worthing

Pavilion Theatre Worthing

Very nice old theatre in this very nice, laid back town. Even the local ne’er do wells I saw down on the causeway, they were throwing sandwich crusts at people walking past. I think I’ll be safe.

Even the police seem very friendly.

Cop a feel

Cop a feel

Well, it has been a long day and it’s not even begun for me yet. The show should be fun. I have friends from Brighton coming to the show.

I just wanted to end this post by thanking two husband and wife teams who have come to the show.

These two in the middle have mural of the map of Middle Earth on their living room wall. Why can't we have one?

These two in the middle have a map of Middle Earth mural on their living room wall. Why can't we have one?


This is my friend Kezia's sister, brother-in-law, and soon to be niece or nephew (see inside sister's tummy).

This is my friend Kezia's sister, brother-in-law, and soon to be niece or nephew (see inside sister's tummy).

It’s been a great week, here’s looking forward to Swindon on Saturday and Leicester on Sunday (Valentine’s Day- boo hoo). Enjoy the Olympic Opening Ceremonies if you have a chance to catch them. And happy Love day.


3 Responses

  1. Why would you be afraid of Ne’er do wells? You’re awesome! Awesome people are invincible! (Well, that is except for their teeth.)

    Lovely to know all is well, and…Hey, isn’t that MY old hair? AND my old pacifier/dummy/silencer mouthpiece? Regardless, here’s to the show. (As it must go on, of course.)

  2. Lisa says:

    My Gramps calls the pacifyer/dummy/silencer/soother thingie a “Bung”, as in, “stick a bung in it to stop it crying”. Nice, eh?

    Love the hairpiece. Poor punter…

  3. says:

    Glad you enjoyed your trip to Worthing and even more glad that you said some nice things about the town.

    Yes – Worthing is laid back.

    And it you were a duck you’d have been very glad to have sandwich crusts thrown at you by the locals.

    Changing the subject – how long do you think it would be until you noticed your wig had fallen off!

    Perhaps the only thing more bizarre would be if you’d spotted a misplaced wooden leg.