Derek, Derek, Derek, Derek, how can you explain this one away. Now we at Bluekipper have been honoured over the years to meet Derek on many occasions, and we must say what an absolute gentleman Derek is. In saying that it does not excuse this poor effort for a late 1950's hair doo.
To attain such a barnet, Derek once told us that he had to sleep on his head after smearing his hair with lard, every night for a week. Then when the week was up he would dangle by his feet bat like for several hours for the required effect. It was off then to the Big G, where Degsy would have the pick off the bunch with the woman with his fantastic mullet.
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