Brock gets in touch to say, “Just when I began to despair for the youth of today, after watching Lorcan from Dundalk, I think I’ve found a new hero”.
And here is that hero. An Australian kid whose party got so out of control, his parents face a fine of €20,000 when they get home from holiday. His name is Corey, and he has confidence. He also has “famous glasses”.
Not for the first time this month I found myself staring at some teenage boy’s deliberately catastrophic haircut and wondering if we are living through the age of the Worst Hairstyle Ever.
There have been bad hairstyles in other decades (there have been bad hairstyles in every decade), and teenagers are not uniquely susceptible to the problem (eg, the recent fashion for the “hung-over robot with an asymmetrical mullet” look among twenty-something hipsters).
However, what makes this current style so individual is that it can be an amalgamation of much of the previous list of worst haircuts of all-time: bleaches stripes, leopard spots, steps, mohawks, shaved patterns, mullets, spikes, mohicans, the Vanilla Ice, the flock of seagulls. Throw in a perm, and all will be complete.
Actually, does this style even have a name. The Catastrophe? The What-The-F***? The Collision?
All generations have a right to do stupid things with their hair (it appears to be a genetic impulse). But in 15 years time there’ll be a lot of guys looking back at their debs pictures and shaking their heads … their balding, conservatively-coiffed heads.
