The things we do when we are....oh, you were sober?!?!? Nutter.

There's so much talk of how situations can get wildly out of control when intoxicated. Unfortunately there is no excuse for last nights events.
Picture the scene...

Its Saturday night, the biggest party night of the week in a city loaded with tourists, kiwis and even a few bratwurst-loving Germans. My fellow backpackers and I are in our room, having a party of our own. In true party animal style, we did not one, not two, but three - three! - crosswords. There were popular party-drug alternatives such as flavoured teas, some perusing of pizza menus, and plenty of serious debate over crossword answers. Oh It was wild - us four Brit's sure were painting the town red.

Then we got hardcore. As if the partying wasn't legendary enough, things were about to get kuh-ray-zee. While intoxicated on the immense excitement that filled the room, I finally decided that a haircut - or more specifically - a mohawk, was to be had. Joey the Jew was my volunteer - half insane, half crazy - she was perfect for the task. The following pictures tell the story of the brutal massacre that took place that fateful evening...

Would you trust this woman with your hair?






















The hair pre-cut post-shower, no gel






















Smiling to begin with






















Not so happy






















Checking it out






















Taking control while the others laughed






















Uh-oh






















Awful




























Being cruelly laughed at by Tania and Jonny






















The weird animal tail-like Mo. We decided it needs trimming.






















It was also decided to wet it. Thanks for the heads up.





















Soaked






















Nearly done






















Looking good?






















Covering it with the 'gay' hat, just in case






















Checking it out






















So after a wild night so far consisting of crosswords and herbal tea, I sat there soaking wet, with some of my hair in my mouth - fused into my chewing gum, with a dodgy mohawk and posed with a very important decision. What colour do we dye it?

So it may not have been a typically wild Saturday night in Wellington - hitting several clubs while blind drunk, but in all honesty it was a priceless laugh (even if it was at my expense) that will forever be etched in my mind. Thankyou Joey for successfully changing my toup'e-like mohawk and turning it into a pretty decent one - there was a gutting moment where we nearly had to shave it all off. And cheers Johnny and Tania for taking the pics and providing the brutal but hilarious honesty throughout. But I still firmly believe I don't look like neither Hale or Pace.

As for today, Joey helped bleach my hair and dye it. I would have gone for green but my backpack is green and as I cant afford a new one, I feared I would look like a lizard. So we went for Blue.

Bleached Mohawk





















Back of Bleached Mo



























Blue Mohawk






















Courtesy of Joey/Jewy, whose hands have been 'semi-permanently' stained blue. Thankyou for the sacrifice :)






















The most Punk I'll ever be...



























So please, my dear friends and family alike, click 'post a comment' just below this entry and let me know what you think. Constructive and even the not-so-constructive criticism accepted.

Nick, or 'that guy with the mohawk' as I have become overnight in my hostel..