(got it cut at the BBD's barbers, which is really unglam, but when cutting, or buzzing, whatever three sets of heads comes to twenty-four pounds and somebody else is paying, you don't moan)
What really gets me though, is all you people with baeutiful curly hair who use straighteners on it 24-7. Here are a few home truths. I have perfectly poker straight hair and can do nothing with it. It doesn't hold any volume, it doesn't backcomb, it's too heavy to put up and the scrunchies hair clips etc can't get a grip anyway. So what is so fricking great about straightening your hair (and worse still, putting skeevy blonde hilights in it?)?
The only thing I really like about my do-nothing hair is the colour, since nobody can decide what it is. Mumness is convinced for some strange reason that it's strawberry blonde, I'm not. And Lorna, the barber-hairdresser lady of Temple Ewell, agrees with me it's going dark at the roots.
I fear I am turning into the BBD. I really am. His hair went dark at about my age too.
And now he barely has any at all.