For Stuart

'Ben, I thought of you today while I was on the train. I was sitting behind a guy with hair-ruff. You know, the thing where the guy's barber (or possibly gardener) has tried to disguise his hirsute nature by shaving all the way around his neck. But then he tilts his head a bit, or his shirt gets pulled down a bit, and you realize that there's a whole forest of bushy hair-growth there, just waiting to burst out. It's like his neck has been ring-barked.

Anyway, I was already feeling nauseous, and then I imagined how you might illustrate such a thing, and I had to put my head between my knees. And so I thought I'd share with you.'