First of all, I have a little thing of people having greasy hair around me, I don't know why I just do. When I see it, I just wanna dip that person's head in water and scrub them clean. It's a sort of an obsession/OCD. Nonetheless, if you do not know Tom, well you should do, he's like top of the leaderboard because he's a tard, anyway he has greasy hair. I have to broadcast this, then you'll know why I did what I did. Everyday, nearly at school he turns up with greasy hair, and I always have a go at him for it, because it gets on my nerves so much!

Well this is where it ENDS! I'm not going to have him walking around in the sun where his head could fry, therefore making me feel dodgy. We pulled Tom off the trampoline, by force and quite a lot of people helped me move him. Neil made him sit down on the chair and made sure he couldn't run off. Put towels around his neck, and the tortue in his case began, but in my case it was immense!

The hose pipe, well his words not mine, "That's freezing!". That's beside the point, I had to rinse his hair, and the water droplets actually stayed on his head because it was quite greasy, well not quite, in todays case it was very. Enter Daryl's shampoo and conditioner, I shampooed his hair, and the complaining still continued, rinsed, again the water is quite cold. Of course, he thought the tortue was over, but no conditioner has to be used to! It seemed like he didn't know what conditioner was, to much of my disappointment. Rinsed that, again cold, but of course! Towel dry and that jazz, but Daryl's mummy (or mother or mom?) gave me a hairdryer and a comb! I dried his hair, eventually, and but at last, it wasn't greasy! Even though, I assume it will probably grease again! But I was so happy! That his hair wasn't greasy, I assume people will think I'm a freak/weird or whatever, but if you have to do something, you do it? I am pleased with the result, clean, touchable and nice. So good on tom, for not trying to kill himself during this process, neil and of course Daryl for letting me borrow his utensils (i.e shampoo, conditioner, comb, towels, hairdryer and stuff, nothing rude).

Thomas William Gibbardo (I think that is your middle name), take this as a final warning, I will not be afraid to do this again, and I am NOT joking. Wash your hair!

[Tom: Askew scares me. Seriously. And I didn't even get to soak George with the hose afterwards. Chalk me up for owing Askew a revenge praxis. Perhaps I should obtain spray-on cooking oil? Hmm... Anyway, for those that left the celebratory barbecue early, this is what you missed!]