I had a proper male haircut today. Okay maybe it's a bit too short, but the fact that it was male is enough, especially as I'm well known here and I wear an ID card every hour I'm awake so it rarely happens these days. I went in to the "hairdressers" (it's really a barbers because no girls trust them with their hair thinking it's just a navy place, but that's what the sign says) with my ID card turned over and I was nervous because she made conversation with me and hadn't to the guy before... until she started squaring off my sideburns. And it's great to have a haircut done by someone who's confident with using clippers at last. I even tipped her a couple of quid, and I'm stingy with my money and never know when to tip.
And I'm catering rep for my house here, the first time I've ever been voted in for anything. First task: stop having them serve us roast dinners every day of the week.