Knot good

I've twiddled my hair for as long as I can remember - I reckon alcohol would be easier to give up.

In the early days my step dad threatened to cut it off; secondary school saw my French teacher force me to wear a hair net and now the kids I teach either think I'm stressed or fancy someone nearby when I'm in full twiddling swing.

Idiosyncrasies. We've all got 'em.