Steel wool

I mean, I've got hair like steel wool. And it's going grey. Now I feel I need a change and tomorrow I'm going to the barber's - the one and only Herr Ludin on Berliner Platz. Unless I have a last-minute change of heart in the sober light of the morning, I think I'm going to ask the barber for a "summer cut". How short will probably depend on how I'm feeling. But in any case, what with global warming - and the fact that it's irreversible and we're all doomed - spring will soon become the new summer anyway.