Alan Moore strolls through Northampton town centre carrying a walking stick that's been sculpted to resemble a dangerous snake, and a hairbrush. The 59-year-old writer moves with a slight trip in his step, thus the cane, and keeps the brush to hand because he hasn't visited a barber since he was a teenager. For decades Moore has maintained his tremendous mane of hair, his wizard's beard, through bursts of aggressive combing. "That way it tends to manage itself."
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